This is, unfortunately, far more Faith's battlefield. For all that she played at the cat and mouse game before, she's never been as good at that as she is at applying brute force to a problem until it goes away.

And she is, it turns out, really really fast when she can just sprint in a straight line.

There's a sizeable head start that puts Jack well ahead of her, but it still takes her very little time to catch up and tackle the wolf to the ground.

"C'mon, lover, you can't quit now, we're just getting to the good part."

She punctuates the end of the sentence with a brutal backhand, and the static-like distortion ripples through the dream again, the last of the color leaching from the world until the two of them are the only ones that aren't in greyscale.