There is a long silence after she says the words, and the void in the mist grows broader until the full moon is shining down on both of them.

He's changed clothes, wearing a more modern attire, suspenders over a dark shirt that is open at the throat. His hair is pulled back and he's still wearing the dark glasses. His hands are tucked into the pockets of his trousers and his sleeves are rolled up.

He tilts his head, looking at her. It's a strange expression on his face, this softness. She's seen it before, though, standing in her kitchen.

"So why do we hunt one another, then? What is the purpose of the chase?"