Athos shoots Aramis a look that is almost a twin of Porthos’, and for a moment their eyes meet. Even now, when they are out here to work, Porthos seems determined to keep a literal, physical distance between the two of them. Athos cannot help but assume that Porthos still does not trust him with either his heart or his life. And why should he? If he knows Athos to be capable of fleeing without a word, he has no reason to trust.

He tightens his jaw and shakes his head to clear his mind of self-pitying thoughts, returning his focus to the barely-visible path. If only these creatures had left some sign of their presence, some clue that they are going in the right direction-

As though by a miracle, Athos sees a flash of something in the grass. “Wait,” he calls out, crouching down to retrieve a student identification card. Grimly, he smiles, turning it over to read the name. “Porthos- does the map indicate where an Anthony Carr was last seen?”