He knew that she would follow him because she really had no other choice at this point. He knew where he was going, and she didn't and apparently had the only source of light for them as well. There was a power in that, knowing that he could slip away and abandon her down here, lost in the dark to needing him. If he hadn't already captured her in his own way, he might have tried it. As it was, he was secure in what they had established together and this power was meaningless if she was pushed too hard, too fast.

So, he allowed himself to decide on a spot and began to head in that direction without pause. He set a brisk pace, marching through the tunnels and only pausing here and there to verify how far they had gone before he continued on in a straight line away from the museum. He came to several pipe intersections, but he ignored them as he kept them walking for over an hour before turning left into a smaller tunnel where he had to duck down to make it through without brushing the ceiling. He headed down that tunnel until he hit a ladder leading up.

He moved up the ladder with an ease that spoke that he had been here and done all this before. He reached the man-hole cover and shouldered it off with ease before coming out next to a park fountain. He flexed his shoulders and stretched before turning to regard her. They were a long way from his kill zone.