He ran his long pale fingers through his hair a few times, resting his forehead in his hands as he thought. At least no one else would ever have to know, unless he decided to tell them of course. His mind conjured another picture for him, this time of the bright green light from the tip of Voldemort's wand spiralling through the fog soaked air towards him, his body rippled and shifted, reappearing as an ant or something with wings that could soar up over the trees with the other birds, blending in where the Dark Lord would never know he could exist. A getaway plan, he figured. Add that to the pros list then.