After following the street for a while in search of Penelope, Crow slowed to a stop and spun around to go back the way he had come. With so much thunder and lightning, she couldn’t have gotten far. He just wished he knew where she had gone. Shivering from the chill of the water that now soaked through his clothes, he kept going, calling out for her again as he began to weave through different alleyways as he looked for the knight.

His heart raced as another flash of lighting illuminated the night sky, and he hastened his pace, growing more desperate in his search for Penelope. Even though he knew it wasn’t his responsibility to comfort her anymore, he couldn’t stand the idea of her hiding somewhere by herself during a storm as bad as this one. He cared about her too much to let that happen.

After a while longer of searching, his efforts were rewarded as he caught a glimpse of a small figure huddled behind a pile of wooden crates in one of the alleys. He turned sharply and made his way towards the person. It had to be her. Who else would be out like that in the middle of a thunderstorm?

“Penelope!” he called again, slowing to a stop by her side and crouching down next to her. She looked petrified, and he couldn’t tell if she was even aware of him kneeling beside her. With a concerned frown, he reached out to rest a hand on her shoulder. “Come on, love,” he said gently, trying to coax her out of her fright. “You need to get out of this rain before you catch a cold.”