Alas, alas, your trail is fresh and my charges head out now, Cerberus. Would you like a word in fuchsia from Clarice, hmm? ...They'll meet you at the Crossing, Clyde, be ready. If you can make it to Boston, she's at my house, in Charleston. Just take her and leave.
Clyde, this is me. Clarice. Please stop. "Black Leaf" told me they'd kill you if they find you if you don't surrender peacefully. Clyde, please. Just stop! I'm alright! BL hasn't hurt me, or let them hurt, or let that...that...thing, near. They say they'll let me go back to you if you just stop now. The Master has taken an interest in her. I don't know how long I can convince Him to let me handle this.
See, Clyde, she'll go free, and so will you, if you just turn yourself in. Forget Ron, just grab Clarics and run.
Little Prey knows not where he goes, even with his silly little list. He would do better just embracing the hunt.