It was a good thing that most people seemed to be themselves once more. But the city had descended into chaos and the smell of blood. Though it was inevitable, these missions were never without injury and even death, if was distressing nonetheless.

As ever he was torn between a wish for the fighting to end and the knowledge that it needed to happen, to save people.

But this time it seemed there was something else that needed doing. A way to help without spilling blood. Indeed a way to evacuate all those who had been dragged here, not from the train but a variety of worlds.

He stepped forward almost immediately. He was no good elsewhere, he couldn't fight. Helping people across the city would only work until he collapsed from blood sickness. So often he is helpless as these missions reach a climax of violence and desperation.

But he can be an anchor, he can be a guide. He can hold peoples' hands. He stepped into the stream, anchoring himself and held out his hand towards the first person.

"Please don't worry, we can do this together and soon you will be home."