She didn't hear them immediately and Ford's bluntness did catch some attention but not from her. Luckily, she turned to face them and gasped arms immediately outstretched the direction of her son. "Jackson!" she called to the boy, who then sat up in Ford's arms and twisted around to see his mother. He then reached out to her and the two were reunited.

Darcy smiled softly, the little boy clinging to his mother and the young girl holding the hem of the woman's shirt. "We found him cowering by a wall," she said in reply, "he seemed to be fine, but a little scared."