It had been over a year since Haylee had left the Followers; it was all Scrap could do to contain his excitement as she appeared on the balcony above him. Unburdened by his pack as it rested on the floor beside him, Scrap waved frantically toward his estranged friend from the bottom of the stairs. He wanted her to see him. Haylee wasn't like the other humans. She and Joolie worked to help everyone, no matter what, they united people in common pursuits, they didn't care for petty squabbles of faction or background.

They reminded him of Master.

"Help me! Help me, I'm falling!!"

Scrap was pulled from his thoughts by a small voice near the other humans. Without bothering to cinch his satchel closed, Scrap shoulder his treasure trove and leapt the few remaining stairs between him and the penthouse proper. Large strides from powerful legs made sure the Nightkin had closed the distance before anyone could react. Scooping the infant from the floor gingerly, Scrap cooed to the discarded bottle cap as he took a seat away from the wasteful human.