It had been well past due to take that little tropical vacation he'd promised Faith. It was only for a few days, but Wes felt that they'd both earned a respite from the stress of the city, no matter how brief. Soon enough there would be more work to be done; it never really stopped. Not for them, at any rate.

"I'd happily be of assistance," he began, setting the controls to auto-pilot and turning to take the lotion from her. But then he tensed, going on instant alert. Somehow he knew exactly what Faith was referring to. But how was it possible? His gaze locked with hers and, for a moment, he was too stunned to even speak.

Was it over? Just like that? How much time did they have before...? No, he wasn't ready-

"No. It's gone." He finally managed to say, tight words working past an even tighter throat. "The voices. Our link to the city."