The flurry of activity invigorated Naveen's sense of spontaneity, or it would have, on any other night. He dressed himself diligently, mind buzzing with possibilities. What did the man have to gain from this? Why did he pick this place, of all places, to come looking for him?

Or did he intend to look for him at all? The rumble of English soldiers -- here, in France, even with the occupation... -- made his blood boil. Part of him wanted to jump out and chase them down with questions, but what little good sense he had funneled into pulling up his trousers.

By the time Luca returned, Naveen was dressed, albeit a little rumpled.

"If I go with you, you must tell me why once we've reached safety. Yes?"