No.

Snow's words echoed in Bigby's thoughts for what seemed like forever.

I won't let you die.

That was quite a bold statement, but Bigby knew she meant it with all her heart. He just hoped that was enough to keep him alive. He'd seen what happened to Mundies after they got bit. They turned into one of them. Would he end up with the same fate?

He'd have to wait and see.

After they have made it to the outskirts of New York, they stopped off at a gas station to pick up some fuel. Fly went to fill up the truck while Bigby and Snow waited.

"I don't know how long Mundies last before they..." Her voice trailed off. She closed her eyelids and held them tightly shut for a brief moment and then opened them once again "Before they become one of those things"

"I could be different to the Mundies. Maybe it won't affect me like it affects them. I am a Fable after all"

"Maybe. But that still doesn't rule out the fact that you could become one of them. But even if that's true, I don't believe it. We've lost so many people already, left so many behind. I'm not losing you too". There was fear in Snow's eyes.

Bigby's eyes softened "I'd never leave you, Snow"

He reached out to her with his non-bitten hand and she expected his embrace. She leaned her head against his chest and clung to his shirt, holding back sobs and tears, while Bigby wrapped his arm around her shoulders and rubbed her back soothingly "You'll get through this. We'll get though this" she told him strongly. "I'm sure of it"

They held that embrace for some time until the door to the drivers side opened and Flycatcher appeared by the truck "Are we okay to keep going?" He asked "I mean, if you want to stay here, and make sure Sheriff Bigby is okay, then that's fine to"

Snow pulled away from Bigby and moved a loose piece of curly black hair behind her ear "I think it would best if we stayed... For the night. We should also try to contact some Fables as well"

"There's a cafe and I think there's a payphone in there. We could probably stay there for the night"

Snow smiled weakly "Good find, Flycatcher" she said, edging towards the drivers side door and climbing out. Bigby remain where he was.

"Bigby, aren't you..." Snow's voice trailed off as her eyes fell upon the bite on his wrist.

"I think it would be best if I stay here. I'm a danger. I could end up hurting you two"

"You don't know that" Snow insisted.

Bigby paused "I want to stay in the truck."

"So that you can die out here alone?!" Snow exclaimed.

They were stunned into silence. Snow shook her head weakly and sighed "Alright, you stay in the truck. But if anything happens, if you feel ill or think something's wrong, come find us. We'll be in the cafe"

Bigby nodded. Snow turned towards Flycatcher "Go make sure there aren't any undead Mundies in there" she ordered.

Flycatcher didn't protest, instead he walked over to the cafe and left the two of them alone. Snow stared at Bigby sadly and pulled out a hand gun. "I got this from the Woodlands. It was taken off a Fable a while back... I think it was Prince Lawrence's"

"What are you saying? That I should just kill myself?!"

"Not, that's not what I'm saying. You need it to protect yourself from those things. But if it comes down to it then... I want you to have this as a last resort. Just take it, please? It'll make me feel better knowing that you are safe" she pleaded.

Bigby reached out to her and took the gun, gripping the handle tightly and holding it close to his chest. "Thanks, Snow"

"No problem. We have to look out for each other"

The two stared at each other for what felt like an eternity "You stay safe" she told him.

"You too"

Snow leaned forwards and kissed Bigby on the cheek. It was a light peck, but experiencing that sudden affection from Snow made his heart flutter. "I'll see you in the morning". And with that she closed the door and made her way towards the cafe. Bigby watched her go, and then glanced down at the gun in his hand and then at his bloody wrist. He placed the gun on the seat beside him and proceeded to reach into his pocket and pull out a packet of Huff 'n' Puffs. He then put a joint in his mouth and held it with gritted teeth while he took out his lighter, flicked the switch and let the bright orange flame eliminate his face and the end of the cigarette.

He breathed in and then took the cigarette out of his mouth and held it between his fingers while exhaling deeply, allowing smoke to pour out of his nose and mouth and circulate his head like a grey, musty hallow.

He just hoped this wouldn't be his last cigarette.