Chapter 3:
Bobbie groaned deep in her throat as she lifted her very heavy eyelids. Jack my old enemy. She thought bemusedly to herself. She felt the light rise and fall of her pillow and closed her eyes. Had she gone out after getting drunk and picked up some random guy? No. It all came flooding back to her as she tilted her head up a bit and looked in the wide-awake eyes of Han. "Oh shit." She grumbled grabbing her temple.
Han chuckled and she could feel it, as it was her head hadn't moved from his chest. "Sucks don't it?" He asked lightly.
"Don't make fun of me." Bobbie grumbled. "This is all your fault anyway."
"My fault?" Han asked.
Bobbie sat up not being modest when the blanket fell and exposed her lace-covered chest. "Yes your fault. You snooping drove me to drink." She mumbled.
"Is it so bad to want to get to know someone. Bobbie Michaels." He stated gruffly.
Bobbie looked at him sharply. "Bobbie Michaels is dead has been for twelve years." She said weakly.
"I want to know why?" Han asked. "Is that so hard?"
Bobbie nodded. "Yes it is so hard. She's my past. Bobbie Beckley is my present and future ok?"
"Why can't you trust me to tell me what your hiding?" He asked.
"I don't even know you." Bobbie bit out.
"You know me enough to ask me to stay with you at night." Han stated sitting up.
"I was drunk." Bobbie moaned.
"Doesn't matter I could see it in your eyes that you really didn't want to be alone." Han stated.
Bobbie groaned. "Fine! Fine! Ok how about from ages of nine to eleven my father raped and molested me every night! Are you happy now? Please go tell your precious friends!" Bobbie bit out angrily and sarcastic as she scrambled out of her bedding and walked quickly to her master bathroom slamming and locking the door.
Han sat in stunned silence. He hadn't been expecting that, some sort of juvenile hall stint or mischievous arrests, but not that. He got out of her bed and went to the door he could hear soft crying and his heart ached. Why couldn't he have left her alone? "Bobbie!" He hollered lightly.
"Go away!" She yelled. From the volume he could tell she was close to the door.
"Bobbie I'm sorry." Han said. "I don't know what to say except I didn't think it was that."
The lock on the door clicked and Bobbie stood in the door now with a baggy t-shirt she had found in her bathroom and put on. "Feel free to go spill my deepest darkest secret to the world. Remind me every second of every day that I walk around that at the tender age of nine my whole life was changed forever." She said sullenly. "Just go."
Bobbie flopped down on her bed gathering handfuls of blankets in her hands and sobbing burrowing her face into the cotton fabric. "Bobbie…" Han drawled.
"Go." She choked out between sobs.
The doorbell rang and Bobbie looked up from her blankets and wiped her eyes. "I'll get…" Han started.
"No. Stay here last thing I need is Jesse finding out you slept here." She bit out sarcastically.
Han felt a sting when she said that and watched her walk out of the room into and down the hall through the living room and then she was out of sight. He sat down on her bed and began to think about what he had done. He just had to know everything about her. Sure he could've gone online and…
"Where the fuck is it you stupid bitch?" Han heard the conversation clearly as the voices grew louder.
"I don't know what the fuck you're talking about Kyle!"
"My car! I know you did something with it! Where is it?"
"I don't…Ahh!" That scream was enough for Han to jump up and going running down the hall.
The guy had Bobbie pinned down on the floor hands held firmly restrained over her head while he sat on her thighs basically demobilizing her. "Tell me and I wont rehash the horrible things you told me about!" He yelled.
"Get off! Please!" She screamed in pain and desperation. "I don't know where your car is! I didn't do anything!" Han waited to see if this would end on it's own watching silently in the dark early morning darkness of the hallway. It wasn't even six a.m.
"So it's just a coincidence that our cars went missing at the same time right after we broke up! I don't think so! I know you Bobbie! What did you do with my car?" He asked getting obviously impatient with her willingness to deny any wrong doings.
Bobbie's eyes sprung tears as she heard the click of the butterfly knife latching into the locked open position. Why did I get him that for his birthday? She pondered silently as the tears rained unnoticed down her cheeks. "Nothing I didn't do it Kyle! I don't know what happened to them! Now please get off me! What have I ever done to you?"
Kyle got this vicious glint in his eyes. "Nothing. You never did anything to me and that makes you useless. What good are you?" He asked. Bobbie felt the cold steel of the blade prick and slice her outer thigh.
"Ahh…" She screamed in pain. Her face scrunched up, but it was like as soon as the blade was there it was gone. Bobbie opened her eyes and saw that Han had Kyle face down a knee in his lower back and his arm twisted and held down against his back. Oh thank god! She thought. She had forgotten about Han the moment she had seen Kyle on her front porch.
"You ever come near her again and I will make sure you don't live to regret it. Got it!" Han barked at him angrily in a fit of rage.
"Yes." Kyle muttered having his face squished down on its side by Han's other hand. Han removed the knife from his hand closed it and tossed it aside. He picked Kyle up abruptly and walked him to the front door.
"I meant what I said." He said dangerously cold tossing Kyle out onto the front yard and slamming her front door and locking it.
Bobbie looked from Han's enraged face to her right thigh and winced just seeing the gash. "I…"
Han knelt down beside her his eyes softening a bit as he saw the wound and he gave a light smile. "I should probably take you to the hospital."
"It isn't that deep." Bobbie replied.
"Ok than. Come on." He walked around to her other side and hoisted her up into a cradling position and held her to his chest.
"What are you doing?" Bobbie asked.
"Cleaning that up for you." Han replied. He reached her bathroom and set her on the vanity around her sink. "Wash cloths and first aid supplies?" He asked.
"Wash cloths I have, first aid not so much." Bobbie replied. Han reached into a box on her floor marked 'wash cloths' and pulled one out. He lightly pressed it over the wound and then took her hand placing it over it. He then picked her up again making sure her wounded leg was facing out.
"I can't clean that properly and I don't even want to think about what he could've use that knife for, so hospital it is." Han said.
"It was probably fine. Just a little water and I'll be good as new." Bobbie protested.
Han shook his head as he slipped into his shoes and reached down and gently lifted his keys from his coat pocket leaving it on the floor. "Hospital." Han insisted.
"No please I don't like hospitals. I…that's personal." Bobbie whispered. "Please don't."
"You have no idea what guys do with pocket knives and half the stuff you don't want to know trust me. Believe me when I say that needs cleaned and I don't have time to take you to a drug store when the hospital is closer." Han insisted.
Bobbie gave up as he placed her in the front seat of his car and going back to the house and locking her front door finding her keys on the kitchen counter. They drove in silence to the hospital and when they got their the nurse who looked her over thought she'd need stitches, but would wait for the doctor's consult. "Th…thank you." Bobbie whispered.
"You're welcome." Han replied casually as the doctor walked in.
"Well Ms. Beckley it seems you have a deep cut that one of my nurses suggested needs stitches." The doctor said. "I'm Dr. Andrews by the way."
"Hi." Bobbie said silently. Han noticed that Bobbie's demeanor had changed drastically since the day before. Where was the cocky, smart ass, girl that he had met? But now there sat a sad, shy girl and he had a feeling that he had a part in making her that way.
"Have you had any alcohol recently?" The doctor asked.
Bobbie nodded. "Yes sir." She said softly. "Last night, a few shots alone in my house."
"I'm not judging you." The Dr. insisted.
"Feels like it. No offense but can we get this over with. I don't want to be here." Bobbie said quietly.
The Dr. turned to Han and gave a small smile. "Could you excuse us? Wait outside please."
"No!" Bobbie said quickly.
Han looked up at her and saw the fear in her eyes. He scooted the sliding stool he sat upon closer to her and took her hand. "I wont." He said softly.
"Are you her boyfriend?" The Dr. inquired.
"No I'm her cousin's friend and hers." He said looking intently into her eyes at the last part.
The Dr. nodded. "Alright, but could you give us just a minute while I speak privately with her?" He asked. Han looked at Bobbie. She gulped visibly and shivered giving him a nod. He stood and carefully pulled his hand from hers and went out of the room. "Ms. Beckley I don't mean to be frank but how did this happen?" Dr. Andrews asked.
Bobbie searched for an excuse but couldn't find one. "Stupid accident." She said.
"I noticed the new bruises forming on your wrists. Did he hurt you? Did he hold you down and do this?" Dr. Andrews questioned.
Bobbie looked at him disgusted at the thought. "No. He's been nothing but good to me." She said.
"This is just procedure. Did you do this to yourself?" He asked.
Bobbie shook her head. "I'm not psychotic. I don't cut myself. The truth is it really was just a stupid accident. I was slicing some packaging tape the wrong way. It kicked back and cut me. Please will you bring him back in now?" She asked whispering.
Dr. Andrews nodded and went to the door he opened it and Han walked back in and sat down in front of Bobbie on the small hospital bed table thing and took her hand. "I'll be back in a moment with the things I'll need to stitch that." He said and left them alone once again.
"I hate hospitals." Bobbie muttered to herself ducking her head down as she looked over the redness of her wrists. The doctor had been right they were bruising.
"What did he want?" Han asked.
Bobbie scoffed lightly. "To ask if you did this to me on purpose or if maybe I did it to myself, I told him it was an stupid unpacking accident." She muttered.
Han sighed. "Are you sure you want me to stay?"
"Yes." Bobbie said looking into his eyes. "Please don't leave me alone with him."
Han nodded. "Ok." He said kindly.
"I just don't trust older men like older/older." She said ducking her head down in shame again.
That hit Han. She didn't trust older men because of her father, her real father. "I understand." Han replied softly.
"I know it sounds ridiculous…"
"Not ridiculous. More like fears of someone who's been hurt in the past." Han said carefully.
Bobbie looked down into his eyes and gave a small smile. "Thank you really for saving me." She said quietly.
"I should've done so before he hurt you." Han said softly.
"I'm fine, but I think you scared the shit out of him." She said giving a faint giggle.
Han smiled cause this was the girl he remembered. "Hope so." Han said.
"Alright…" Dr. Andrews came into the room with a kit and set it out. "Ready?" He asked holding a syringe with a light numbing solution to numb her thigh while he stitched the gash. When he was finished seven medium diagonal stitches later he put some gauze over the cut taped it down and gave her a thumbs up. "Your all set. Your thigh will be a little numb for a few hours but it should start to ware off later on."
Bobbie nodded. "May we go now?" She asked.
Dr. Andrews nodded. "Yeah. Their dissolvable stitches and should disappear after a few showers." He said.
"Thanks." Bobbie hopped off the table and about fell flat on her ass if it hadn't been for Han catching her. Her weight difference was off with one thigh numb. "Thanks." She said to Han. "I keep saying that don't I?"
Han nodded. "Yeah but I don't mind." He said cheekily.
"Would you like some hospital scrubs young lady?" Dr. Andrews asked.
Bobbie looked over her shoulder at him and shook her head. "Wouldn't be the first time people have seen my underwear. I'm the least modest person you will ever meet." She smiled slightly and leaned against Han's side for support.
"Ready?" Han asked.
Bobbie nodded. "Lead the way." She smiled and they walked out of the hospital room and to the parking lot where Han had parked his evo and he put her in the passenger left hand seat and got in and drove on the right. "So I owe you some sort of…"
"No it's ok. I shouldn't have pushed. It's your business." Han said.
Bobbie sighed. "I knew it was wrong, what he did to me, but I was little I didn't know how to handle it until one day I got this brilliant idea to run away…"
Bobbie looked around the schoolyard for attendants and than slowly slipped out of the gate. She was ten and a half and she was running away. Away from the nightmares, skin crawling touching, the pain, and most of all the disgusting feeling she had about it all.
She ran for about two hours and came on to this old abandoned garage out off the main stretch. No one would find her there especially not him. She climbed in the backseat of the rusted car that was still parked in the garage and laid down on the tattered and torn cushion and rested her eyes. Maybe she could sleep here without being terrified he'd come and hurt her again.
Slipping into a deep state of unconsciousness the hours ticked by. When she awoke again it was to see darkness and the moon outside so she decided to get a move on. She could hide in the woods under the cover of night. After reading mystery books and stories about runaways she thought she could handle this on her own.
Her father had told her once that dangerous things lived in the woods, but nothing was as terrifying as him and what he did to her every night. She ran through the trees trying to make ground when she saw flashing police lights and a bright white searchlight. She ducked behind the cover of a tree, but it was no use she could hear howling dogs, that had either heard her or smelled her so close and were coming towards her. Almost She thought slowly crying to herself. I was almost gone.
"There you are Bobbie! Your dad's been looking for you young lady." The young female officer said. Her father was a good friend with the sheriffs department, running one of the best pubs in town for the local authorities mostly. Bobbie stood as one condemned to her life and walked silently to the patrol car canines being hauled into the back of a van and her into the front seat of said patrol car.
"We'll take you back to the station and get you checked out by Dr. Beckley young lady. Anything wrong? Why'd you run away?" The young officer asked.
Bobbie didn't speak and just sat silently awaiting her doom. At least she had gotten a few moments rest to be alone. When they arrived at the station she didn't see her father's car anywhere and the officer noticed her looking. "He'll be on his way shortly, closing up the pub." She said.
Her heart clattered in her chest as she walked in alongside the woman and into a busy office. The outskirts of Miami's sheriffs department is what everyone in town called them, but really they had Miami jurisdiction as much as Miami Dade Police Department did. "Have a seat here?" The woman said pulling up a chair for her in the kid's room.
"Bobbie welcome back." Dr. Beckley said walking over. He was a nice man five eleven blonde hair and green eyes. His daughter was Kaci Beckley and Bobbie's only and bestest friend.
"I'll come when her father arrives." The woman officer said and left the room. Bobbie visibly flinched at the thought and Dr. Beckley must've seen it.
"Bobbie why'd you run away today?"
"I can't tell." She said softly.
"Why not?"
"I just can't." Bobbie said.
Dr. Beckley nodded. "You know Bobbie I'm not here working with the Sheriffs department to hurt you. I want to help you and I need to know why you ran away." He insisted.
"Please I can't tell you." Bobbie said chastising herself for not screaming from the top of her lungs that her father was hurting her.
"Why not?" Dr. Beckley asked once again.
"He'll…"
"He'll? As in your father?" Dr. Beckley asked. Bobbie nodded. "Bobbie I'm going to ask you a series of questions and if the answer is yes nod for me, if it's no don't do anything ok? Do you understand?" Bobbie nodded. "Does your father hit you?" Nod. "What does he do?"
"Touches." She whispered.
"Does he touch you inappropriately?" Nod. "Can you explain to me how he touches you?"
Tears sprang to Bobbie's eyes and she began crying. "I don't want to get in trouble." She cried.
Dr. Beckley nodded. "I understand. If you help me by finishing these questions I can help you. He wont hurt you again I promise." He said. "So?"
"He…" She stumbled for words. She pointed to her lap hoping he understood. Dr. Beckley sighed and nodded.
"And what else?" He asked.
"He calls me bad names when he's hurting me." Bobbie cried sniffling.
"Like what?"
Bobbie cried harder. "Whore, b-b-bitch, sl-slut…"
"And when he hurts you do you feel this really awkward pain?" He asked.
Bobbie nodded. "Yes." She whispered.
"Is how he hurts you sexual intercourse Bobbie?" Dr. Beckley asked.
Bobbie looked confused through her tears. "What's that?" She asked.
Dr. Beckley sighed and pulled a diagram from his briefcase. He had been suspecting something to be wrong with Bobbie's home life cause he was a consultant to the elementary school nurse and she had told him that Bobbie's behavior had changed drastically since she was nine. Her only friend was Kaci.
"This is sexual intercourse Bobbie." He explained the picture to her and Bobbie began to cry harder and nodded.
The door to the room swung open and her father rushed in. "Oh My baby girl where've you been? What were you thinking?" He said in concern, but that could be faked. Bobbie stood and backed away from him. "Bobbie?" He said.
"Mr. Michaels I'm going to have to ask you to step away from Bobbie." Dr. Beckley said. The Sheriff walked in having heard everything on the other side of the double window and placed Bobbie's father in handcuffs.
"You have the right to remain silent anything you say can and will be used against you in the court of law. You have right to have an attorney. If you can not afford one, one will be appointed to you…" The Sheriff droned on as he drug a very confused Mr. Michaels from the room.
"What did I do?" He asked.
"You are being placed under arrest for the molestation and rape of Bobbie Michaels." The sheriff told him. He drug him away and Bobbie sank to the ground and cried harder.
Dr. Beckley asked the female officer to get special victims to come and talk with her and take her to the hospital for examination.
…Three weeks later Bobbie sat on the stand in front of many people in the courtroom. "Are you aware that it is against the law to lie under oath?" The lawyer asked her.
"Yes." She said shyly into the microphone.
"Will you please state in as much detail as you possibly can for the court encounters you had with the man sitting before you today. Your father James Michaels?"
Bobbie recounted three stories of the types he had hurt her and by the time it was all over she could hear the sniffles and sobs from the female jurors. "We will recess and come back with the jury's decision tomorrow morning." The Judge informed them. Bobbie stepped down from the witness stand and went into the crowd of people waiting for her. Dr. Beckley had called her uncle and cousin for support and she was grateful.
"Hey Bo 'n' arrow." Jesse teased.
"Jester." Bobbie threw back playfully.
"Well it looks like the end of court for the day, why don't we go get a bite." Bobbie's uncle Jake said. The kids were all for it and Dr. Beckley tagged along to discuss some things with Uncle Jake.
…Next Day found the jury ready to give their verdict. After showing the judge, juror one stood and gave the final verdict. "We the jury find the defendant James Michaels guilty on child molestation and first degree rape." Cheers went around and Bobbie felt her heart stop, he was going away. He was found guilty and he was going away.
"Bailiff take the defendant into custody until the sentencing hearing." The judge ordered. "Court adjourned." He pounded his gavel and people began filing out of the courtroom.
"Where will I live?" Bobbie asked Dr. Beckley.
"With your uncle and cousin, but if you wouldn't mind my wife and I would like to adopt you." He said with a bright smile.
Bobbie knew that he was a good man. Her mother had died shortly after she was born and her father was all she had, had and now she had her uncle and Jesse. But if she said yes and gave the word she could have the big family with a mother and a father she had wished for, for so long. "Yes." Bobbie smiled.
Dr. Beckley smiled. "Good. We'll get to work on that immediately." He said.
"A few months later I became Bobbie Alexandra Beckley, my father was sentenced to twenty five to life with no chance of early parole." Bobby finished her tale. Her and Han sat in his car in the driveway of her house. "Are you going to say something?" Bobbie asked.
"I don't know what to say." Han replied turning to look at her.
Bobbie sighed. "I don't like hospitals cause of that stupid exam they did. I didn't know what they were looking for at the time and it freaked me out, ever since then I avoid them at all costs. Not to mention I'm terrified of older doctors or older men in general."
"Bo I'm so sorry. I should've just left you alone." Han said.
Bobbie shrugged. "I knew it was going to get out eventually. I can't hide from it forever." She said sadly. "I use sarcasm and witty remarks as a defense. A block so no one gets in."
"Kaci is…"
"My adopted sister? Yep that would be the one." Bobbie said scoffing.
"I'm so…"
"Please don't. I don't want pity." Bobbie said. "Help me in?" She asked.
Han nodded. He got out of the car and went around to his passenger side and grabbed her out. He carried her up the walk, steps, and she used her free hand to open the door. "There you are." He said setting her down.
Bobbie gave him a genuinely sweet smile. "Stay for breakfast. I can finish my story up?" She questioned.
"I'd hate to…"
"Put me out? You wont you're going to help me out a bit." She said kindly. Han nodded and helped her into the kitchen. She looked in the fridge and pulled out some eggs and bacon, something she always had in her fridge. "So when I was sixteen I visited my father in prison…"
The buzzing of the prison doors unnerved Bobbie a bit as they led her to a seat opposite another with a plate glass window in between. She looked up when a bright orange clad figure sat in front of her and she saw her father. He hadn't changed in four years. He picked up the phone and she did the same. "Hey." He said with a smile. "You've grown up baby girl."
Bobbie really didn't know what she wanted to say to him. "Uncle Jake is in prison." She finally said.
James face went blank. "Is that what you came to tell me?" He asked.
Bobbie gulped. She needed to do this. "No. I came to tell you that my nights are filled with nightmares of the horrible things you did to me. I just want to know why?" She asked.
"I don't know why? I'm just sick in the head." He suggested without even flinching at her question or the way she posed it.
"If that had worked five years ago you'd be in a rehabilitation center not prison Jim." She said.
"When did you get on first name talking terms with your father?" He asked in slight rage.
Bobbie felt like hurting him. Stinging him deep down. "When I no longer was Bobbie Alexandra Michaels."
"Oh so what are you now?" He asked sarcastically.
"Bobbie Beckley. My friends call me Bo. And you don't exist to me anymore." She said confidently. "You're the unicorn among a pack of wild horses."
"What are you saying?" He asked with the anger slowly increasing and she could see he would meet his bubbling point soon.
"You are not my father. My father in Max Beckley a psychologist who loves his wife and two daughters." Bobbie said coldly. "And you are nothing to me. You're dead as far as I'm concerned." She hung the phone up and walked away leaving him banging on the plate glass window.
"And that was that. Haven't heard from him or seen him. He use to write uncle Jake every month till he went in with 'Tell Bobbie I love her' in the letter. I didn't know that till after uncle Jake was in prison. Jesse told me Uncle Jake burned the letters trying to get rid of the constant reminder that my father was still there."
Han was sitting at the unpreped kitchen table as Bobbie set a plate of eggs and toast in front of him and some bacon. "So you really said that to him?" Han asked.
Bobbie nodded. "It's when my streak off cockiness sort of took off. I was so high on the feeling of telling him off I thought I could do anything." She said happily.
Han grinned. "So where's your father?"
"Miami. I doubt Kaci told him what happened and I know I didn't. You know we each use to carry lockets each had a single drop of our blood together in them. Blood sisters and we wore them everywhere. I left mine hanging on her rearview mirror before I sunk it in the glades."
"You really did that?" He asked.
"I have the pictures if you want to see." She said smiling as she sat down with her own plate of food.
Han shook his head. "Nah I believe you. So you coming to the shop with me today?"
"I sort of have to and then you'll have to give me a lift to my car at the house." Bobbie told him.
"So am I no longer on your shit list?" He asked jokingly.
Bobbie gave a small smile and leaned over pecking a kiss to his cheek. "You probably saved my life really. You are no longer on my shit list." She said sweetly. "Promise me something?"
"What?"
"If my dad comes for a visit ever don't mention that I was drunk he'll shrinkify it that 'you shouldn't look for answers at the bottom of a bottle' oh and don't tell him I let you see me in my panties. He doesn't know about the bar and I'd like to keep it that way."
"So what he assumed you and Kyle were an abstinent couple?" He asked jokingly.
"Most the time we were. That's why he went and got ass other places." Bobbie said softly.
Han looked at her a little stunned. "Sorry I didn't…"
"It's ok. I'm still not totally comfortable with the whole sex issue. I guess if I ever find Mr. Right than I'll be ok but I don't want to have sex just for shits sake. I want something, love, I don't really care as long as it isn't fucking for shits sake."
"Shits sake?" Han asked grinning at her.
Bobbie giggled lightly. "A girl I worked with in Miami said it a lot. Like annoyingly so and now I'm sort of stuck in this phase with shits sake." She said jokingly.
Han smile. "It's good to see you again."
"I know I got a little odd. Truth?" Han nodded. "I haven't slept as good as I did last night in so long." Bobbie admitted shyly.
Han chuckled softly. "Right about now I'd be making sleazy comments about how we should do it again sometime, but I promised Jess I'd steer clear."
"Of?" Bobbie asked.
"You. He seems to think that if one of us guys dates you, we'll hurt you." He commented.
Bobbie smirked at him. "Well what would he say if I asked you out?" She asked.
"I think that doesn't break any rules." Han chuckled.
Bobbie smiled softly. "Didn't actually say I'd do it but…maybe you never know."
"Apparently I'm cute when I'm shocked." Han teased her about some of last nights events.
Bobbie groaned. "I'm a giggly drunk I know I can't help it. Tej lets me skinny dip the boos away." She giggled.
Han looked at her with intrigue. "Really now? I might have to see that." He said.
Bobbie shrugged. "I don't actually skinny dip. I jump in with my panties on. Tej just makes fun of me the next morning when he thinks I can't remember saying I stripped and danced around before jumping into the buck ass freezing water." She laughed.
Han laughed lightly with her. "Still wouldn't mind seeing that." He said eyeing her.
Bobbie smirked at him and shrugged again. "Maybe." She said.
"Maybe?" Han asked.
"If I ever find my troubles in Jack you stick around drive me to the nearest body of water and I'll think about it." She said jokingly.
Han rolled his eyes. "This'll require work. Hell we'll just have a bonfire on the beach and wonder off away from everyone and I'll feed you shots." He joked.
"Sounds like a plan." Bobbie giggled.
"Yeah it does." Han retorted.
