She walked out after that, out the blue double doors and out of his life. She didn't even pack a bag, just told him to land so she could get out, get away and never come back, He was so angry, he didn't think about landing in London, he kicked her out too quickly to check where they are.

It all happened so quickly, fighting, leaving him, walking out into the cold rain, waving down a cab.

The sound of screaming fills her ears.

It's darker than she remembered.

Empty promises surround her, covering her in a blanket of false security, repeated chants of you're gonna be okay and we'll get you out of here.

It's cold.

So cold.

She hears beeping over by her right.

She hears him.

He's here.

Maybe she'll be okay now.