"You said your plane went down?"

"Uh, no, not my plane. Charter... Hit weather... Bam, bam, bam... Lost an engine."

Sure you did.

"And you went down where?"

"A mile back, maybe two."

I would have heard.

"I didn't hear anything."

"It must have been 6, uh, 10 miles."

Walk 10 miles in this weather?

"And you were all able to just walk away?"

"Well, we got lucky. The pilot-"

"Is he the guy in the other room?"

"Yeah, no. Pilot didn't, uh, didn't make it. We had to leave him. Mike, the guy in your bedroom... Cut up pretty bad... Bleeding... Didn't want to wait for help... Started walking. Dumb son of a bitch."

No, you're the dumb son of a bitch.

Billy - the name of the man Liz assumed was the leader of his group. He wasn't the worst liar, but he certainly wasn't the best. She would know; she spent years married to a liar, after all.

No, Liz didn't believe a word that he or his goons said. She didn't know who exactly they were or why exactly they were here, but she was going to find out.

Currently, though, she was suturing the wound on his upper arm.

Patience was never her virtue, but she couldn't exactly confront them right now. Not like this. Not when she was outnumbered, with comparably little strength, a single gun for a weapon, and no real plan.

But she'll get to it - a plan, that is.

Patience.

"So, what's your story, anyway? Up here, all alone."

"You know the story - a girl in a cabin with a gun and a dog," she replied, keeping her hands and eyes focused on the task.

"I don't think I've heard that one," he said, absently chewing on a mouthful of ice.

A habit?

"Trust me, it's not that interesting."

If only that were true.

"Hey, I got a question for you. These guys, their story - anything seem off to you?" Liz asked Colin, keeping her voice hushed.

"What do you mean off?"

"They walked 10 miles in this weather? From a crash I never heard." Contrary to her deadpan expression, her incredulity was loud and clear.

"Don't be silly."

She scoffed. "Not a broken bone on one of them. I think I should go with you."

"You're being paranoid. Come on. Everything will be fine," he assured her, an amused smile on his kind face. "We'll be back before you know it."

Somehow, I get the feeling that won't be the case.

"It's all right. You're gonna be okay. We're gonna get you some help. Your friends are in the other room," Liz said to Mike, the man lying in her bed.

Mike tapped his fingers, gaining her attention. "Not friends," he managed to wheeze out.

Why am I not surprised?

"Then who the hell are they?"

"Th-They'll kill you, too. Ratted Carlucci family."

"The Carlucci crime family? What are you doing up here?"

"Witness protection."

Damn.

"WitSec dumped you up here, but your old friends found you just the same."

"Please, th-they'll kill me."

At that fear-filled statement, she slid her gun beneath the blanket, keeping their eyes locked and making sure he understood what that meant.

"How are we gonna get you out of here?" she said, more to herself than to him.

"They'll kill you, too."

Not if I kill them first.

Just then, Billy entered the room. "Everything okay in here?" he asked, casually leaning against the doorway.

He's chewing ice again.

"Yeah. He's good. He'll push through a few more hours. He's a fighter."

And so am I.

A/N: Hope you enjoyed :) I appreciate reviews!