Deciding to love someone, and actually loving someone is... different.
After being unable to find any criminal in the world that was too remotely based to get away from Charles Bartowski. But now, now he was nowhere to be found.
The odd thing was that the man who swore he'd always be there for her was no longer there. Sarah was lost.
Finally, she found herself in the middle of nowhere; an abandoned shack in Siberia.
Chained to the ceiling to the ceiling (once again) Sarah reflected on what that meant. Maybe, after all this time, he finally stopped following her. Did he really give up?
She struggled against her bonds. Her hands were manacled to the ceiling, and her feet were bolted to weights, slowly pulling her in half.
The pain wasn't unbearable, but it was present. In a way, it was kind of reassuring. The one thing in her life that always stayed with her, the one thing she could count on; pain.
"UGH!" She tried to pull herself upwards. Sarah managed to get her knees up to her chest before the effort proved too much, "AH!"
She screamed in frustration. Finally, Sarah started yelling, "Where are you, Chuck?! I can't go fifteen feet without getting every baddie in town beat-down like a wild dog, and now, now you decide to give me my space?! How dare you?!"
Sarah finished huffing, "What am I doing here anyway?"
"Hunting the world's most notorious spy..." Chuck stepped in from the shadows.
"You?!" Sarah spit, "I'm here trying to find..."
"A notorious arms dealer, I know," He peeled off his disguise, "Yeah, sorry about that... I guess I may have sent a little too much of the ol' intel out that I was some big baddie. Don't worry, I'll fix things with the CIA."
Sarah huffed in relief, "So this was all...?"
"Just a set-up, sorry," He let her down. Sarah let out a sigh as her arms popped back into place.
"Chuck, I..." His large brown eyes searched for answers.
"Do you remember me?"
"No, but... I love you."
"Are you sure?"
"I've made my choice," She smiled at him, "And I know it's the right one."