Thank you, Elfe Lunaire, for telling me about the baby talk. I admit I didn't really search or read anything about it. I only heard from some people that not baby-talking infants are better. I should have gotten the facts checked first.And thank you for liking Sarah and Hassan. I know that OCxOC pairings are not popular in fanfictions, but I just tried it out anyway.

Day 100

That weasel bald bastard is still here in No Man's Land?

Hugo Strange is one of the main problems of Gotham. He should be eliminated long time ago.

According to Oswald, Nygma physically did shoot an RPG to Haven, but he was not responsible for it. Angry, I screamed at Oswald because how could Nygma is not responsible when he was the one who shot the rocket. Oswald snapped at me for not listening further. He said, hypothetically Strange had tampered with Nygma's brain; causing constant blackouts that Nygma had been experiencing in the past months.

Oswald had revealed to me where Strange's hidden lab might be. I almost did not tell Hassan about it but then I remembered our promise – to do things together.

"Hassan," I radioed. "A date. At Superior Courthouse in fifteen minutes. I miss you." I know he's around police officers and I don't want them to know that we are going behind them. Then I returned to Oswald, who was looking at me in attentiveness. "Give me a car and some weapons."

"Without telling your respected boss?" he jeered.

"I'm in a tight schedule. The car and weapons. Please."


About five minutes later, I was driving towards the meeting point. I almost hit a lamp post. It was difficult to maneuver a normal car with one hand, but Oswald didn't have a car for disabled person. But he did give me some grenades and guns. I parked in front of the courthouse building. I didn't see any soldiers around, so that's good thing.

Hassan was a tad late since he travelled on foot but right after he entered the car, he immediately pulled me into a deep passionate kiss.

I was surprised at first and reciprocated after. The kiss from him eased my tension. I placed my palm on his cheek. Slightly confused, I withdrew from the kiss. "What was that for?" I asked, smiling a little.

"For letting me in this; saving your ex," he expressed. He pecked my lips again. "I could rub this on his face in the future."

I shook my head at his foolish words. "Let's swap. It's difficult to drive." I crawled over him to the shotgun while he slid to the driver seat. "Oswald disclosed the whereabouts of Strange and we have to go now. Jim and GI Joe are on their way.


Jim and a few military soldiers were inside the building already. We had parked the car a few blocks away and stalked at them from a nearby building. "They took quite a long time. I think they found Nygma and Strange," I whispered. "Let's check the other entrance. Too many eyes here."

There were about four soldiers outside the doorway, looking out for intruders or any abnormalities. We had to go around a couple of blocks to avoid being seen, though we had to use a longer route, but better safe than sorry. These soldiers are expert and trained way more than us.

All of a sudden, the sound of shooting made us ducked quickly behind a nearby car. The shooting was not for us. It was a bit far away.

"You alright?" I asked Hassan, earning a nod from him, before returning to the source of the gunfire. We scuttled forward with caution. Then, I saw a glimpse of green. "Nygma?" I whispered to myself. I jogged faster and saw he went in an abandoned ambulance.

"What's he's doing there?" Hassan mumbled.

"Let's find out." We approached the ambulance and heard the sound of people struggling inside after hearing another gunshot. I gripped the gun tightly though I had no intention of releasing the trigger. Stealthily I moved into the ambulance with Hassan closed behind me.

From my vision, it looked like Nygma was attacking someone by tightening a long thin tube around the person's neck. I gasped in horror and then instantly hit his head with the gun. "Nygma! Stop!" I shouted. He loosened his grip, groaning at the pain.

The person that was suffocated before got released. "Captain Gordon," Hassan alarmingly said.

Jim grabbed handles of a defibrillator and sent high energy electric shock at Nygma's head. Smokes ascended from his head due to the strong voltage. When Jim removed the defibrillator paddles, Nygma fell unconscious.

"Is he…" I dropped down next to him and noticed his breathing is still there. "He's alive," I sighed in relief.

Jim was looking grim. He stared at Hassan and I and with a furious pair of eyes, he said, "We have a big problem."


"You don't have to point the gun at him. He's tied up," I said. "And it's three against one. Let me check on your wound." I was about to make a move but Jim's livid glare made me remained at my position.

Nygma winced as he starting to open his eyes. I know getting electrocuted was substantially painful. At least he got what he deserved. I didn't forget the time he electrocuted me with a taser and tied me up in my apartment.

He gasped when he saw Jim and his gun. His hands were tied and it made him more alarmed. "Oh God. Oh. It happened again, didn't it?" he questioned in panic. Jim had enlightened us about Hugo Strange, and the chip he planted in Nygma's brain under the order of someone called Walker. And it appeared that the military unit was also sent by Walker and they are the bad guys who wanted to see Gotham destroyed (even though it already is). So this Walker is the instigator of the bombing of Haven.

I called Nygma's name, causing his head to snap towards me. I could see his demeanor calmed a bit. When he was unconscious, I already checked his head. There was a fresh suture at his scalp, no doubt, Strange just reopened it.

"What did I do?" Nygma asked me.

Before I get to open my mouth, Jim beat me. "You tried to kill me," he responded in controlled anger.

"Oh," said Nygma lightly. I suspected that Jim's live is not that valuable to him. "Is that all?" He turned his head to look at me. "I didn't try to kill you… right?"

"No. Though I hit your head because you were muzzling Jim's neck with a tube," I revealed, showing the butt of a gun that I used to send him a blow.

"I need answers, Ed," Jim interrupted. "I know Walker gave the orders to destroy Haven and the supply helicopter. What is she planning next?"

"I don't know." Nygma appeared to have no idea at all. "Jim, I don't remember anything once I go under." He sat up from the ground, attempting to bargain his life. He pointed at the side of Jim's neck. "You're bleeding."

His observation is sluggish, my inner-self noted. Probably because of the electrocution.

Then, Jim harshly grabbed his jacket and pulled him up, pointing the gun at him. "Jim!" I shouted. I know he's angry, but I'm angry as well. Not to Nygma. I am angry to this mysterious bitch; Walker. "He doesn't know anything!"

"You have to let me go," said Nygma, pleadingly. "I'm not responsible for this."

"Jim…" I called again softly.

He ignored me of course, still talking with Nygma. "That chip in your head could be evidence. So unless you want me to rip it out, you're coming with me."


We went to Barbara's turf to ask for help. I couldn't help but notice the slightly different tension between Jim and Barbara. Jim was looking dismissive but Barbara on the other hand was looking wishful about something.

I was also worried about the children in the apartment, but a few minutes ago Barbara returned with news that her feelers were located near our place to spy on them.

A stoic lady came in and whispered something at Barbara's ear. "The kids are safe, but the feelers will stay there until I say so," she informed, making me sigh in relief. I gripped Hassan's hand tightly.

Then, Jim continued with his account regarding this Theresa Walker to Barbara and she was listening attentively.

"So the government is behind Haven and the supply helicopter, and they did it with a chip in this one's head?" she dazedly said, signaling to Nygma

"Is that really the craziest thing you've ever heard, Barbara?" Nygma responded. An hour ago, I had to convince Jim to release the strains around his wrists, since Nygma is not our enemy at the moment.

"Bruce hit me up on the radio a little while ago, looking for you," the blonde woman said to Jim. "Said things are amiss in the GCPD."

The military might be revealing their true intentions. I hope Bullock and all the detectives and officers were alright.

"I'll reach out; see if we can meet up somewhere safe. Can you pull some of your people, see if they can help?" Jim is right. We don't have enough people. The police most probably locked up by the soldiers.

"No. I need them guarding my territory," she refused. "But you have me."

"And me," Nygma complemented.

Camaraderie at places where you didn't expect, my inner-self said. But can we trust them completely?

I noticed Jim was narrowing his eyes at Nygma. "I don't trust you. With or without that chip in your head."

"Jim," uttered Nygma. There was a weight in his voice. Rage; even though he sounded calm. "They used me as a pawn to murder innocent people. They messed up with my brain. The thing I want is revenge."

He seemed to be more angry at how they control his brain instead of getting him to kill hundreds of people. Jim still appeared to be scornful to Nygma. He was afraid that the chip had the possibilities of being reactivated. But Nygma tried to convince that Jim had destroyed the chip in his head.

"Let me look at that," Barbara stated, looking at Jim's neck. I raised both of my eyebrows immediately while Jim was clueless to what Barbara need to see. "Your neck," she casually said.

I was still studying their exchange but it looked like Nygma and Hassan didn't notice anything 'strange' with the two former lovers. Jim peeled off the gauze that I had put on after he tied Nygma up. Earlier, I had offered to suture the wound but he refused.

I was too absorbed in observing their eye contacts and body language that I didn't notice Nygma had left the table. "You guys had sex," I slipped. Jim's head jerked towards me while Barbara tried to compose herself. I could heard Hassan breathed out in surprise beside me. I actually couldn't believe that I managed to catch that. Lee would though. But Jim and Barbara's actions weren't that indirect.

Barbara cleared her throat, causing Jim to turn to look at her. "What's it gonna take for you to trust me?" she asked. Oh, they decided to ignore me.

"After everything you've done, I honestly don't know," replied Jim.

There were faint footsteps getting nearer at the entry. "I'd listen to her, Jim." The person who spoke revealed himself. Jim's former friend, Eduardo aka the leader of the military troop, stood confidently along with a dozen of highly trained men behind him. "I hear trust is in short supply."


I grabbed Hassan and pushed him backwards so that we're nearer to the counter with Barbara as Eduardo talked with Jim about 'making the world a better place.' Hassan placed a dagger in my palm. It nicked my skin a bit.

Oh God, let us survive running away from this place.

"This hellhole is infested with criminals and terrorists," Eduardo scoffed. "Sometimes you just have to clean house, you know?"

"I won't let you," Jim turned down.

"It's not your call, Jim."

"I'm not dead yet."

Abruptly, the door where Nygma had exited opened. He returned, but with a chopping knife in his hand. He looked stiff. "Jim Gordon, I've been ordered to kill you." After that, he raised the knife and sprinted towards Jim. I gasped and tried to move to stop him, but Hassan held me down.

"They're pointing their guns at you," he hissed into my ear.

While Jim avoided all of Nygma's poor aims and held his hand before the blade reached him, Nygma flashed a wink.

Genius! My inner-self exclaimed.

But I still had to act mortified and shocked. "Nygma, stop! Wake up!" I faked a cry.

The blade moved; getting closer to Jim's neck. "If I die, you'll never get, the evidence!" exclaimed Jim. I have to admit that was bad acting but it seemed like Eduardo believed him.

"Stand down," he ordered Nygma.

Nygma removed himself from Jim, letting him free and he walked towards the soldiers. "I have evidence that you and Walker are behind Haven. If I die, it gets out to the entire country. It's time to make a deal."

"You don't have any evidence."

"Is that a risk you're willing to take?"

Eduardo didn't look that affected by Jim's intimidations. "It is. Nygma, kill them all," he commanded.

I cursed inwardly as the bluffing failed. Nygma looked like he was trying to attack Jim but at the last minute, he chucked the knife towards the soldiers, hitting one of them in the head. I immediately acted, throwing a dagger to Eduardo, striking his arm. Then, I felt Hassan pulled me behind the counter to take cover as the forces rained bullets at us.

Barbara and Jim launched fires at them, attacking them back. "Come on. This way," Nygma urged at us. He lowered his body, rushing towards a door and we followed him, running for our lives. I was holding Hassan's hand the whole time, afraid that I would lose him.


I was restless. My baby is still in our apartment. Knowing how evil Walker and her army are, I wanted to dash out of here and take my child. But Barbara insisted that they are safe since her feelers are still nested near our apartment and she hasn't heard anything from them.

Hassan looked worried as well. He was frowning and sighing more often. "We have to go back home," I said to my husband. "The kids are alone."

"I know…" he dragged, hugging me, running his hand up and down my back.

"Ow!" Nygma shouted. "Would you be careful?" He was in pain because Lucius was trying to take out the chip from his brain. We were at one of Wayne Enterprises' building. Bruce, Alfred and Lucius helped us hide in here while the military troop were searching for us.

The sound of Lucius' tweezer fiddling the meat brain could be heard. Hassan looked away at the sight. "If you'll stop moving, this will go a lot faster," chided Lucius. The chip must have been embedded deep inside.

"Well, if you would be more careful, I wouldn't potato all the long legs from the hidden spoon."

If I wasn't too worry about the children, I would have laugh at Nygma's speech. Barbara questioned about his weird choice of words and Lucius replied that he supposed that the chip was implanted aligned with the part of brain with functions linked to speech abilities.

"Huh. Do it again," smirked Barbara.

"The human brain is not a plaything, Ms. Kean," Lucius said.

"Please don't habituate the curtain rod," Nygma blurted.

Finally, Lucius managed to extract the chip. He secured the chip, wiping blood from it after placing a gauze at Nygma's head. Nygma was troubled that his brain had to be opened again to take out the chip. He mouthed a tongue twister to test his brain.

"Peter Piper picked a pecked of pickled peppers," he tried successfully. He sighed in gratefulness. "Oh, God. Thank you, Lucius."

I walked to Nygma, dabbing the lesion at his head. I smiled curtly when he took a peek at me. I changed to a different sheet of cotton gauze when the one I used soaked much blood.

"So what exactly are we looking for?" Lucius asked, inserting the chip into the computer next to him.

"Anything tying Walker or Eduardo to the destruction of Haven," answered Jim.

"Why would Walker kill all those people?" Bruce questioned.

Jim sighed. "That's what we have to find out."

It didn't take Lucius long in front of his computer to look for evidence against our enemy. "Oh, yes!" he exclaimed, clicking on his computer. "It appears the chip retains an audio log of every verbal communication with Nygma while he was under." Jim advanced towards him as he explained. "There's some damage, but… if the command to attack Haven is still here, I can trace it back to the computer from which it originated."

"It has to be Walker. They won't be able to sweep under the rug anymore."

I took Nygma's hand and placed it against the gauze to hold it in place, leaving him to approach Jim. "Jim. I know how important it is to get this evidence. I want to, for the all the lives that had passed there…" I stopped myself to take a deep breath. "But my baby. I want to make sure he's safe. I… Hassan and I have to go, now."

"It's not safe to go out there just by yourselves. Eduardo knows your faces already," Jim rebuked, making me pursued my lips in a thin line. I was about to raise my voice in frustration when his radio transmitter made a static sound.

"Are you out there, Jim?" It was no mistake that that was Eduardo's voice.

All of us in the room became tense. "What do you want?" Jim responded.

"We have someone here who wants to say hello."

I shuddered at the tone of his voice. It was like he had the upper hand. He knew he's going to win.

There was a pause from the other line as we waited. And when this 'someone' that Eduardo was referring to started to speak, I took a sharp intake of breath in horror.

"J-Jim? What's happening?"

No… it can't be, my inner-self trembled.

"Lee?" Jim warily asked.

The fact that they had her terrified me. That voice in the other line is Lee's!

"We found the Queen of the Narrows in a run-down hidey-hole on the north side," Eduardo divulged. "Tell me, how many ex-fiancés do you have, anyway?"

"Leave her out of this. She's not involved." Jim was trying to sound calm and unaffected.

"Ah, but she's a criminal and all criminals in Gotham are now under a death sentence. But what happens next is up to you. A trade, perhaps. Lee Thompkins for Ed Nygma."

"Fine," Jim replied without a second.

"Good. Bring Nygma to the GCPD now."

Jim paused for a while, thinking of what to say. "No, we meet at Haven. I want you to see the carnage you've caused."

At first, Eduardo refused but Jim didn't yield so he accepted it after that. We didn't expect them to have Lee.

"I hope you have a plan in that tiny head of yours," I snapped. I want to save Lee but what about the evidence? Everyone here had almost lost their lives for that piece of chip in Nygma's head.

Barbara didn't look pleased at all, as well as Nygma, of course. But I don't think he should be worry because the chip is already out of his system.

"What are you doing?" asked Barbara negatively. "He's never gonna let you walk out of there."

"I don't recall volunteering as a trading chit!" Nygma barked, looking very aggravated.

"GI Joe wants the chip. Not you," my husband said.

"That's right. So I'll give him the chip. Bruce, do you have any contacts in the mainland press?" Jim inquired.

"Several," stated the youngest person in the room.

Jim glimpsed at Lucius. "What would it take to broadcast the information from the chip to the mainland?" It seemed to me that Jim do have ideas in his tiny head. We just had to make it work.

"A transmitter, which I have," answered Lucius. "And a very large antenna, which I do not."

If I wasn't mistaken at rooftop of the GCPD, there is a large antenna. Then, Jim and Lucius clarified it. The enemies are settling at the precinct; it's going to be very challenging to get there.


Jim explained task for everyone. He will meet up with Eduardo to save Lee, Nygma will distract the soldiers in the precinct, Bruce will go on top of the building to connect the transmitter while Alfred, Barbara and Lucius will go to the basement to switch off the ventilation system and blow out the sleeping gas.

"You two," Jim directed to us. "Go to your kids." This time he used softer voice, flashing a tiny smile.

"Thank you," I breathed in relief. "But please, make sure Lee is fine."

And we dispersed. Jim moved towards Haven; Hassan and I to our apartment; and the others to the GCPD. I prayed so that everything will be all right. The ruin of Haven was enough to make us suffer. We have to defeat Walker and her soldiers to survive.


When we arrived at our floor, I was greeted with a pair of feet flying towards me. I have no time to avoid them so I felt a strong impact towards my chest, causing me to fall backwards. Luckily, Hassan caught me before I reached the floor.

I winced, breathing hard because of the pain. Before me, I saw a guilty looking Kid. She must have thought we were other people.

"I'm fine," I rasped, steadying my stance after my husband asked about my condition.

"That was sick!" Troy exclaimed, looking entertained. I flashed him a dirty look. "We saw some soldiers dragging the cops from the windows so we thought we should tighten the securities."

"Good work," I complimented. I patted Kid's head, smiling at her to show her that I'm fine even though it felt a little bit difficult to breathe easily. But I don't feel anything broken, so I should be all right. I hoped.

We entered our apartment. Dee Dee was sleeping on the sofa with a book in her hands. Malik is in his cradle, playing with his caterpillar pillow. "I just fed him porridge," said Rue, exiting from the kitchen.

"Gather around," instructed Hassan. He and I already planned to gather the kids in our place until we are sure that Jim and the others won. "The soldiers are the bad guys, so we have to stick together."

"Yes! Finally some fight!" Troy yelled.

"This is not some game, Troy," I retorted. "Stay close. And don't go out without our permission."


A few hours later, I jumped when there was a knock at the door. All of us in the room warily eyed the door. We were still waiting for news from the precinct. I stood near Malik's cradle, holding a dagger. Hassan walked to the door and peeked at the peephole. His tense body relaxed when he recognized who it was and he opened the door.

Selina has a confident smile on her face when she entered. "Hiya," she cheerfully greeted. The duffel bag strap on her shoulder didn't go unnoticed. I noticed that she has finally used the door instead of the window. I put the dagger back into my sheath belt.

"Are the rumors about you murdered Jeremiah true?" was the first thing came out of my mouth.

"I don't do signatures," she said impishly. I felt conflicted on how she handled this.

"Selina, what you did…"

"Is right and it made me feel good. I am free," she interrupted me. "I thought we're clear about this. Whatever I do is none of your business."

"What does Bruce think?"

"That is none of his business too." Her voice raised another volume.

"Why is this cat here?" asked Troy, not sensing the tension between Selina and I. He just returned from the toilet.

"I'm here for the last batch of chocolate drinks. I know you have it," Selina responded. Her smirk returned.

Rue voiced out her disagreement. I usually gave her one for her monthly cravings.

"What are you willing to trade it with?" Hassan said. "Let us take a look in your bag."

I noticed Rue slumped her shoulders in defeat. We need more food than just chocolate drinks.

"Six cans of cream mushroom soup and four cans of porridge." She dropped the small duffel bag on the coffee table. "Now where are my drinks?"

The trade is good for us so I stood up from the couch and walked to the kitchen, signaling her to follow me. I didn't fail to notice that she was talking to Hassan for a brief moment before following me. Crouching down, I rummaged the cupboard and took out an opened package of cocoa drink sachets.

"Here. There's not much left inside," I said. She snatched the package from my hand happily. "Selina, I think we should talk about what happened."

She giggled. "Sarah, Sarah, Sarah. Can't you see that I'm much happier? Can't you just be grateful that I'm not depressed like you and Bruce?"

I furrowed my brows at her comments.

"Anyway, thanks for the choco drinks and you are welcome for the can food. I think your hubby has something for you. Buh-bye." She wiggled her fingers and exited the kitchen. "Oh, I saw Lee in the precinct. She's fine."

I bend down, resting my head and arms on the kitchen counter. Everything in No Man's Land is too much to handle. But I'm glad that Lee is safe. I closed my eyes and suppressed my tears. I have to be strong for the kids.

"Babe?" I heard Hassan's soothing voice. Then I felt a hand on my back so I just turned my head to face him without straightening up my body. "I have something for you. Something that you lost."

"What is it?" I tried to sound normal but my voice cracked.

"First, I think you need a hug. Come here," he said. I moved and wrapped my arms around him securely. His heartbeat calmed me a bit. "There, there. And a kiss." He leaned in and placed his lips against mine. I sighed in content at the touch, returning the kiss. After a while, he untangled me and took my hand. With his other hand, he put in a ring on my ring finger. It felt right.

I gaped at the silver ring, then I glanced up to his face. "H-How?" I stuttered, then realization dawn to me. "Selina gave this to you."

"I quote unquote, 'went to Magpie, found this,'" he answered.

The presence of the ring lifted my mood a bit so I smiled and gave him more kisses. Perhaps, this will be the start of a positive string of events.


Day 101

Or not.

Alfred went missing since last night. Bruce was getting very agitated by the missing of his butler. Meanwhile Lee began to work in the hospital, helping the doctors and nurses there. Apparently she also had a chip in her brain and attacked Jim but it got out already, thanks to Lucius. And now, she is back to normal. I had offered her to stay at the apartment on our floor but she refused, saying that she wanted to stay at the hospital. She had met Beth and I requested for her to keep an eye on the bleach-haired woman, making sure she's all right.

Nygma stayed somewhere else; as long as he didn't make any trouble, he is out of the police radar. I just hoped that this Theresa Walker won't get her hands on Nygma anymore.

Hassan and I returned to our routine, rotating our time with the GCPD and taking care of the children. It's Hassan's turn at the GCPD, though I'm sure he is with Lucius at Wayne's R and D. I was on my way to the hospital to check-up on Malik. He was crying non-stop and his body is warmer than usual. It was horrifying to see his red frustrated tearful face so I rushed him to the hospital.

"Doctor!" I yelled. A male doctor who I had learned his named was Aleck Murkoff. "Doctor Murkoff, I think my son is having a fever."

He instructed a nurse to take my baby and brought him to a smaller room. He did his magic on Malik, checking the temperature of everything; forehead, ear, oral, armpit, rectal. Then, he proceeded on checking Malik's eyes, ears and throat. On the other hand, I was fidgeting the whole time, praying to God that my son will be fine. I had radioed Hassan about this. He said he will be here soon.

"He has some viral infections. Most probably after two or three days, a rash will appear," he diagnosed. "But don't worry. He should be fine after that. We'll give you acetaminophen for him. And if the rash appears, bring him here again."

"There's nothing dangerous, right Doc?" I said tearfully. Hassan then arrived briskly. I reached out for him and he quickly appeared by my side.

Doctor Murkoff continued with his reply. "No. Wait here. I'll ask a nurse to send the meds here. She'll show you how to use it. He needs the treatment quickly."

When he left, I turned to Hassan. "He has a fever. It's his first fever. I don't know if I can handle it if he has another fever," I rambled. "Look at him."

My heart broke at the sight of my son, still crying very loudly on the small bed.

"He was fine this morning. But you did well, rushing him here as soon as possible," Hassan responded.

A nurse came not long after with a small packet. She took out a small bottle from the box and a dropper. She showed me how much to put into Malik's mouth and informed me how many times daily to give to him. Malik was still crying for a few minutes; I have to keep him in my arms, bouncing lightly.

I saw Lee walking towards me, looking concern. "Hey. I heard he has a fever," she said. By now, Malik already toned down.

"Yes, and it's terrifying." I shook my head. Motherhood is painstakingly difficult.

"Sarah…" she hesitated, causing me to raise an eyebrow. She hesitantly glanced at Hassan and then back to me. "I know it's not really a good time, but can I talk to you?"

"Sure," I complied, since Hassan is here, I passed Malik to him. Hassan gave me a small smile and then I walked a few steps away with Lee.

"I don't know if you know about Jim and Barbara…"

I gave her a knowing look. "Yeah, I know. I actually sensed it from their interaction."

"Barbara is pregnant."

Talking about awkwardness. I paused, studying her.

"Well… that's good news, isn't it?" I said carefully. "Another life will be born in nine months." She was still looking muddled. "Look, if this is about you and Jim…"

"There's no Jim and I anymore," she cut me off.

I raised my brows.

"I just…"

"It's difficult to put in words, right?" I softly asked, entwining my fingers with hers. "I think you and Jim should sit down and talk… after you punch him, but you guys need to talk it out. It's obvious that you still have lingering feelings to him. And believe me, he hoped for you as well. Whatever you want to do after that, I knew you have think about it through and I will support you as a friend."