"Come on then," said Evan, waving his hand in a beckon for the other two to follow. The going was slow but careful as they crossed the barren part of the terrain, their footsteps tested to be sure before he really put his foot down. It only picked up when the flat, heavy ground gave away to rocky outcrops and what looked to be abandoned artificial constructs - large metal containers that were empty and painted with dirt, grime and graffiti, and little cylindrical buildings that must have once housed the inhabitants of the abandoned moon. Their doors swung open and their windows were glazed over with settled dust now.

Evan stuck to the shadows of these objects, instinctively seeking a path that offered the most cover. Unlike the doctors, there was a signal he occasionally checked on his transmitter, most likely an encrypted terminal of conversation that led them to their targets. Eurydice was deathly quiet save for the occasional low-pitched beeping of the device, audible only through their shared intercom connection, so it must have been strange when after a while, Evan began to hum something under his breath, quiet and repetitive, but with a distinct melody that the discerning ear could pick out. His voice sounded calm but lonely, as though it should have had an accompaniment, as though it was only one part of a synchronous song.

And then it suddenly stopped.

Evan stopped walking too, a hand extended at his left to stop the other two from progressing - no audible 'Wait' or 'Hold it.' He just froze.