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Peter listened to her shakily recite her address, mentally worked out the safest route, and then nodded. He led the way, cautiously checking the mouth of the alley for any more of the lowlifes that had attacked the girl, before settling in to a pace that was quick enough to get them their soon, but wouldn't tire her out. He wondered if Bella would notice he hadn't returned. He made a note to get back as quick as he could.

As they walked together, mostly in silence as Peter carefully checked their surroundings, the boy cast a sidelong glance at his companion. She was quiet, almost reticent, which really wasn't a surprise considering what she'd been through tonight. He blinked, taking care not to meet her eyes. He wanted to talk to her, reassure her that she was going to be okay now and that it was all over, but was suddenly aware that he didn't really know what to say. Firstly, she was a girl. What did people say to girls? The only one that he knew well was Bella... and she didn't count. Looking around, he regretfully realised they were getting close to her neighbourhood.

"What's your name?"

Her question broke the silence, and it even surprised him how grateful he was. He smiled slightly, glancing in her direction again.

"Peter. And yours?"

He felt weird asking. As though it would even matter to such a well to do girl once she was home and safe, but he was glad she'd asked anyway. They turned a corner, and he could see her road not far away.