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His fingers itched to capture the tiny, genuine smile that crossed her face in response to his injury, but it was gone before he could even think about turning on his camera. Her face lit up like lightning cracking across the sky and darkened just as quickly. He swallowed a bitter gulp of dissatisfaction at missing the shot.

"A clown?" he asked. "Would a clown be able, or willing, to keep up with you? I think not."

He was glad to have rendered her speechless, if only for mere seconds. Looking around, he found all his surroundings completely foreign, and he knew he wouldn't be making it back to his hotel on his own. He sped up his steps to get in front of her and turned and stopped directly in her path.

"I would take the whole "leaving you alone" bit into more consideration if I hadn't gotten lost in you and, consequently, lost in Verona," he said. "But, since I am lost in one form or another, I might as well follow you where you're going. I'm sure it's much more interesting than sitting alone in a suite waiting for my prints to be ready, and I can't imagine I'm that unwanted if I made you laugh."