After what happened at home and Eros, Ellis had to keep moving. It was taxing, and little by little, his heart grew harder and his features worn out with time. He wasn't about to give up on Miss Abigail but he had to do something to keep her safe: he handed her a cast-iron skillet he managed to swipe off the kitchen.

"Swing it like a bat if it's someone runnin' and it ain't me," he instructed her as best he could, he didn't like the sounds that bounced off the walls.

"Resort town my ass," he grumbled as he tossed aside a brochure for the local attractions.