His hands poked out from under Gabriel's jacket, still trembling though maybe not entirely from the chill. Those thin fingers clutched at the agent's hand while Dal tried not to lose it completely. It's one thing to hear people are going missing, getting killed. It's another entirely when it happens to someone you know. It suddenly became less of an abstract thing.

Dal couldn't stop thinking about it, though. Poor Tommy, alone and terrified in his last desperate moments. Dal always figured he'd die alone but... He shook his head and pulled one hand from Gabriel's to rub his sleeve over his eyes.

"I didn't see him leave with anyone unusual. I thought he was goin' somewhere to crash for a while. He said goodnight and headed off. And then he never came back."