Seattle: Selfish

Delsin tells Fetch that he has a family to think about now. Fetch leaves in a neon rage. Lana doesn't smile or celebrate her victory. No. Instead she leaves her seat and holds Delsin. She knows that this hurts him. That he would have loved to relive old memories of doing what he really loves. Lana doesn't apologize because Delsin made up his mind and he chose her. That is nothing to be apologetic about.

The next few weeks are especially hard for Delsin. He watches the news unfold about Dillinger via the TV. Seattle is in ruin, yet his name is not mentioned. It's almost as though the city has forgotten about him. On the Tv broadcasts he doesn't see Fetch. She hasn't called or texted since that day. He misses her, just knowing that she's okay. Delsin puts his head in his hands. Lana refuses to watch him destroy himself. Delsin refuses to destroy himself in the presence of his child and wife.

"We should just go," Lana suggested one day as she put her hand on Delsin's shoulder.

"Where," Delsin rested his head on her stomach.

"British Columbia, maybe. I hear it's peaceful there. My parents said it was nice this time of year, well a long time ago they did," Lana said, "I just want us to leave the area until this all blows over."

Delsin bit his bottom lip gently, "But what if it doesn't blow over."

Lana looked out of the glass doors of the patio. She smoothed Delsin's brown hair and smiled reassuringly, "In my experience with these kind of things. A hero always rises, Delsin, whether they want to… or not."