Nathan Marsh
Now that I have been on the hunter's motorcycle, I have developed a stronger sense of her. She loves that machine, so being on it and riding it hard, like it was meant to be ridden, gives me insights into her, having some sort of shared experience with her now. Not that I can predict her actions or will be able to read her thoughts, but I will now continually orbit around her, coming ever closer if I wish. Our paths will continue to cross, just glancingly at first, but we will both find ourselves face to face with each other again, whether we wish it or not.
While I am flying high above the mountains, having set my body partially translucent since that is all the concealment I need against the twilight sky, I see what I presume is her burglar's car heading down the highway I had just driven down. She is not in it with him.