Also alone is Nick Valentine: detective, former cop, synth. He's a member of the Guard, someone who is willing to do what needs to be done to protect the people of Hadriel. These days, he's added the title of 'family man' to his list. Unfortunately, his family is currently buried somewhere, giving him a new descriptor: determined to find her if it kills him.

And it just might, given the way he's leaking coolant, leaving a trail behind him as he limps across the western bridge. Tranquility's little moped lot is in sight -- empty. Just his luck.

"Shit," Nick utters, looking down at himself to see how he's holding up -- given the stain from the hole in his middle that bleeds through to his shirt and pants, not good. While not alive, he can still feel certain degrees of pain as his sensory receptors fire one after the other, a sharp beeping in his head telling him he needs a better patch job than the one he managed to give himself after dealing with Rey's double. He didn't have time to do anything better than wrap some of his ruptured pipes with duct tape and hope for the best; his family is out there, somewhere, and he'll be damned if she dies on his watch.

At least the double left him enough clues to go on, had littered them throughout the house: a shovel like they stock at the orchard, fertilized soil rather than the parched dirt from the park. Now it's just a matter of getting there, finding her, digging her up... and not overheating until he does. With a sigh and a fiery look to the trees far in the distance, he gets moving again, one hand leaning on his cane, the other using the shovel as some kind of walking stick to help hold him up.

He might be alone for now, but he won't be for long.