What do you plan to do? Marianne.

I plan to go back to the Condor and think. Piper. Then I follow through with my decision.

The girl went to leave. A hand on her wrist. Pulled up short.

Will we, see you again?

Turn. Soften. A hand on the cheek. Yes. You'll see me again.

She caught the look in her eyes, the catch in her voice. Lar—Piper, what are you planning? Why don't you think you'll be back?

Taken aback. Unexpected honesty. I don't know what's going to happen to me.

A look. An exchange. An unspoken promise passed.

A brush of lips on forehead. You will always be my best friend, Marianne.

I'll be here waiting. I'll finish what you've started here.