Gil doesn't take the time to stop and find Malcolm. For a little while, the thought doesn't occur to him. He's neck-deep in determination to catch up with Jessica, to ask her why the hell she didn't stop when she heard him calling her name.

But he's not young any more. He only has so much stamina for running, grudgingly as he'd admit. He finally trails to a stop, bracing his hands against his knees for a moment before straightening up.

He has no idea where he is. All he knows is that Jess has properly disappeared, and he can't seem to get his thoughts to line up long enough to figure out where the hell she went.