The wail had distracted her so thoroughly that Will could do nothing but follow her as she sought after the crying child. Henry, the crying child had to be Henry. Will kept a hand tight around hers as they shoved through the crowd in search of the sound. If he lost her now - if they parted after being so recently reunited - he didn't think fate would give them a third chance. Even if she hated him or didn't believe him or whatever else, he wouldn't let go of her hand. Not until they were safe, not until he knew he might be able to pick it up again later.

The sound was louder now, and he scanned the crowd before finally catching sight of two small feet tucked tight under a bench. "There!" He shouted, pulling Diana towards the bench.

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