“You knocked me out before,” he pointed out, blending in his fur with a nearby snowdrift.
“Yes, but that was only to make sure Seven captured you,” the Reaper said. “We purposefully overdosed you to ensure you didn’t escape.”
“I suppose it was always possible he could start building up an immunity,” the Cat offered. “It usually has the opposite effect, making one more susceptible to its use, but everyone is different.”
“This is our own city, so we should be able to navigate it easily.” The Reaper looked around. “It’s a blizzard, so that makes it slightly more difficult.”
“We just have to figure out where we are.”
Fox laughed. “I hope you memorized all the rural back roads.”
“Why is that?”
“That’s where we are, right now. Winnipeg is at least five kilometers from here.”