Klaus holds her as tight as he can, as though doing so might ease all of her problems, might ward off all the bad things moving in their direction. He wants to close his eyes and will them back to California, where they might be able to find some peace with the little family they've built.

But there isn't an option for that now. They don't get the choice, because now they have to save Vanya, and a tiny part of him hopes that they can. He can't imagine what she's feeling, especially having been locked in the vault. (He'll never forgive Luther, never forgive himself for allowing it to happen. After all, he knows how it feels to be shoved into a container, lost and confused and completely out of control).

Klaus reaches to help dry her tears, thumbs catching a couple stragglers. "We'll figure it out, Allison. I promise."

No matter what he has to do, he will make sure she gets home to Claire and Patrick. He will find a way. As she leans back into hug him, he sighs and curls his arms around her again. A soft, blue light glows in the dim phonebooth. Where she might have only felt Klaus's arms before, she might feel another this time, and Ben's head comes to rest against hers. They don't have long, not before they have to go find Vanya, but there's time for this before they go.