The text telling Erik what to expect from his overtime weekend, didn't come until the night before. Christine hadn't provided any information all day, citing her friend's scatter brain as the reason for their disorganization. It made no difference to Erik, as his only concern for the day would be to do what Christine requested. Her flustered and apologetic manner however, made him suspect it was her own folly that had created the chaos. He decided to be merciful and not reveal his observation.

When she finally messaged him, it was nearing 11pm.

Hey! Sorry for the late text, but we finally figured it out lol. So I think it'd be easiest if I just drive, and we can pick you up at your place. We'd like to leave around 10am, work for you?

He responded almost instantly.

Sure

Great! What's your address?

5780 W Washington

She read it and Erik assumed that was the end of the conversation, as all necessary information had been conveyed. He was surprised when his phone dinged again.

Ok awesome! She wants to see China town, and I thought we'd take her to the top of the Sentinel building. Is there anything you'd like to do?

He almost laughed to himself. He was going with them to work. His preferences would hardly matter, even if he had any.

No

She read his message and didn't respond for a few minutes. Erik watched the blue bubbles appear and then disappear. Finally, she answered,

Has anyone ever told you you're a dry texter?

He frowned in confusion. What was a dry texter? Instead of asking, he answered her question.

No

She sent three laugh emojis and didn't say anything else. He shrugged and went to bed.

The next morning, Erik made his way outside after Christine messaged him that she was a few minutes away. Sure enough, the little black sedan soon made an appearance, coming around the corner at what he considered a reckless speed. He took a few steps forward to meet them at the curb. They had not even fully stopped, however, when Christine rolled her window down and pointed at him sternly.

"Stop right there!"

He obeyed, one foot midair, eyebrows raised in question.

"What are you wearing?"

Erik frowned and looked down, wondering if he had somehow grabbed the wrong jacket without realizing it. But no, his black suit, plain white shirt, and dress shoes were all in order. He looked back at her, even more confused.

"Um...clothes?"

She shook her head firmly. "Those are work clothes. It's Saturday!"

He rolled his eyes. "Yes, and I'm working."

A little blond head poked out from behind Christine, grinning as she watched their exchange with interest.

"Nooo," Christine argued with a pout, "I specifically said I wanted you to enjoy your weekend. You're just our friend today. Our friend who is paid to follow us around and look scary. You can do that in casual clothes."

Erik sighed. "It's fine, really. It's plenty comfortable."

She shook her head again. "We're going to be walking, a lot. Even more than we usually do. You'll get hot in that, I guarantee it."

"He's already hot," said a hushed voice from the passenger seat. The words were spoken through a quiet snicker, Christine's friend intending them for her ears only. Christine smiled and turned to smack her gently. Erik's sharp hearing picked it up, however, and he felt his face redden.

"Go change," Christine ordered, waving him back towards the apartment.

Erik didn't argue this time, just turned on his heel and hurried to get away from their shrewd little stares.

The problem of his wardrobe became apparent when Erik realized he would have nowhere to store his gun out of sight. The only option he had for casual clothes was a black t-shirt and a pair of dark jeans. But he couldn't exactly wear the shoulder holster out in plain sight.

After a few moments of debating he decided to try a belt, which he didn't actually need, as his pants fit perfectly. It served its purpose however, when he was able to slip the gun behind his back, between his pants and the belt. With his shirt pulled down, it wasn't too awful obvious. He should be able to get away with it for the day, as long as no one walked behind him for too long.

When he got back downstairs he approached the car with his hands out, presenting himself for approval.

"Better, boss?"

Christine was looking at her friend and laughing when she turned at the sound of Erik's voice. The moment she saw him her smile disappeared. Her eyes widened slightly as she looked him up and down.

Erik huffed, taking her expression as disapproval. "What now?"

Her head snapped up and she shook her head. "What? Nothing, you're fine! I've just..." she trailed off for a moment as her eyes wandered his frame again, "I've just never seen you in anything but a suit is all."

This gave Erik pause. If he was more confident, and not her employee, he would have asked if she liked what she saw. But reality being what it was, he simply laughed it off and got in the car.

The moment he was seated, the little blond in the front seat whirled around to face him.

"Hello! I'm Meg!"

Erik nodded and shook her outstretched hand. "Erik." He had a hard time meeting her eye, still remembering her little comment from earlier.

"Meg and I have been friends since we were little," Christine explained as she pulled out into traffic. "And Meg, Erik and I have been friends for…almost three weeks now."

Meg grinned, wiggled her eyebrows at Christine in an expression Erik didn't understand, and then turned back to him.

"So, how long have you been in the body guard business?"

"Almost three weeks now."

Both girls laughed.

"And how do you like it so far?"

He glanced up to see Christine eyeing him in the rearview, a small smile on her lips. He met her gaze for a moment, but the bubble was not there to protect them, so he quickly looked away.

"I like it just fine."

Meg nodded with a thoughtful hum. "That's good…how long have you lived in the city?"

The entire car ride went that way, with Meg asking endless questions, Erik answering shortly, and never asking any in return. He was making an effort to be nicer to her than he normally would, considering she was his boss's friend. Although he hoped after each question that it would be the last one. It never was.

Until, at last, they reached their destination.

"First stop, China town!" Christine said as she pulled into a narrow parking garage.

Erik peered out the window with a frown. He did not like the look of this place. Not one bit. The grimy paint chipped walls and trash littered floors were a far cry from the tidy garage beneath Daae Enterprises. As Christine drove up the ramp towards the top level, he saw graffiti on the walls every few feet.

"You couldn't have selected somewhere…cleaner…to park?" He complained as she brought the car to a stop.

"This is the closest one to the main street," She argued, grabbing her purse and donning her sunglasses. "Besides," she dug some lipgloss from her bag and began applying it in the rearview, "We want to show Meg the true local experience."

Meg nodded her agreement and Erik rolled his eyes. He got out of the car and took a thorough look around, frowning at the many dark corners and secluded stairways that could be hiding any number of threats. The girls took their time getting their things in order before they joined him.

"Hey, relax," Christine said as she came up beside him, placing a gentle hand on his arm. "I appreciate you doing your job, but I meant it when I said I also want you to enjoy yourself today. You don't have to be on edge every second. Just intervene if some crazy guy comes up, deal?"

Erik eyed her skeptically, secretly proud of himself for not losing all train of thought at her touch. That was progress.

"Fine. Deal."

Satisfied, Christine hooked her arm through Meg's and led her toward the stairs, the two women immediately smiling and whispering to each other. Occasionally, Meg would glance back at him with a knowing smile. Erik followed close behind, disappointed that the noise of the city now crowded his usually sharp hearing, as he had a nagging feeling they were talking about him.

Having been in China town many times, Erik was by no means impressed with its familiar sights. He had expected an enthusiastic reaction from Meg, being a tourist. What he didn't expect, was Christine's equally enthusiastic reaction.

"Haven't you been here before?" He asked as she and Meg ooh'd over a dragon shaped archway.

"Nope!"

He hummed in surprise. "I guess I assumed you would have, given how long you've lived here.

She shrugged, turning to snap a picture of an ornate red and gold building. "I guess I've just never had the chance. Usually I'm too busy with work. When I'm not busy with work, dad is. And although my good judgement may have been called into question a time or two, I'm not quite unwise enough to go wandering through strange parts of the city by myself."

She and Meg laughed, and Erik cocked his head. He had never realized just how difficult life could be for women. He couldn't imagine not being able to simply walk alone somewhere, because he had to be concerned with what someone might do to him. He made a mental note to remember that.

"But hey, now I've got you!" She said brightly, flashing him a smile. "A whole new world is opened up. Christine and her trusty body guard, ready to take on the city!"

He smiled warmly. Her optimism and enthusiasm was borderline contagious.

As they explored, not one store was left unentered. Somehow, Meg managed to find something worth buying at each and every shop. Which was significant, given the sheer volume of stores that lined either side of the street. Soon her tote bag was completely full of t-shirts, trinkets, and candy. She was debating how she would manage to carry her future purchases - not, to Erik's dismay, whether or not she should make future purchases - when they came upon a shop that was conveniently full of bags.

"Ah, perfect!" Meg cried, immediately diving into the store, dragging Christine behind her. Erik sighed and followed.

The store, like all the other ones, was narrow. One long table filled the center, stacked high with decorative purses. Backpacks lined the walls from floor to ceiling. Erik couldn't move through the aisle without his shoulders brushing the bags aside.

"Ooh, this one's lovely!" Meg cooed as she plucked a pink and white purse from the stack. Christine maneuvered around her to examine some wallets she spied on a back shelf.

"Erik, which one do you think?" Meg asked suddenly, holding up the pink purse alongside a shiny black one for his inspection.

He gave a short laugh. "Don't you think you should ask Christine?"

"She's not into purses. She just grabs whatever plain old black bag she can find. Shoes are more her area of expertise, but I need a second opinion."

Erik glanced behind her to keep an eye on Christine. The shop owner, a short elderly woman, had approached her to display the different assets of each wallet. Christine was nodding attentively.

"I don't see how my opinion would be of any help," he argued as he turned back to Meg.

She rolled her eyes. "Come on, it's not that hard, which one looks better? This one," she slung the pink one over her shoulder, giving a little turn to display it at different angles, "or this one?" She switched to the black one and did the same.

With a sigh, Erik relented, realizing the girl would not stop bothering him until she got her way. "Fine. The black one."

Meg frowned and looked down to reexamine each bag. "You sure? I think I like the pink one."

"Wha- if you knew which one you liked why did you ask?"

"I told you, I needed a second opinion."

"Just so you could ignore it?"

She gave him a cheeky smile. "Pretty much ya."

Erik scoffed and moved around her. He would have been offended, had he actually cared whether or not his opinion on handbags was respected. He looked for Christine, intent on telling her what a pain her friend was proving to be.

Except Christine was nowhere in sight.

Immediately on high alert, Erik whirled around, scanning the entire store, which took a matter of seconds.

"Where is Christine?" He barked at Meg.

She looked up in surprise. "She was right there a moment ago…"

"Well she didn't pass us, where else could she have gone!?"

"I-I don't know!"

Just then, another customer on the other side of the table spoke up. "Do you mean the brunette woman in the white shirt?"

Erik turned to the young man. "Yes, did you see her?"

He pointed towards the back of the store. "She went back there with some other lady."

Erik frowned in confusion as he looked at the back wall of the store. Then, upon closer inspection, he realized there was indeed a door there. It was the same color as the rest of the wall, and covered in bags. In seconds he was ripping it open and charging inside.

"Christine!"

He found her there in a dimly lit stock room, surrounded by mountains of bags, and accompanied by a startled looking old lady. She looked up, eyes wide.

"Erik! What's wrong?"

"What's wrong?" He snapped incredulously. His breathing was heavy from the small adrenaline rush he'd just had. "What's wrong is you disappeared without telling me where you were going!"

Christine gaped and gestured to her companion, as if her presence explained everything. "Mrs. Gao was just showing me some more wallets. She said she had even better ones back here."

Erik looked from the confused shop keeper, to Christine, and back again. "And you just followed a stranger, into a dark room, and closed the door behind you?"

Christine opened her mouth to reply, looked at her surroundings, then closed it. "Well…I suppose you have a point there."

He gave a sharp, humorless laugh.

Christine then turned to Mrs. Gao, passing her the slim black wallet in her hands. Her eyes were apologetic. "Thank you for all your help. I um…I think I need to get going, but I'll take this one please."

The shopkeeper nodded and smiled as she took the wallet and headed back out front to ring it up. As she passed Erik, she gave him an approving look and patted his arm.

"Such a good husband, very caring," she praised.

All of Erik's anger drained, immediately replaced with embarrassment. His face went red for the second time that day. "Oh um I…I'm not…"

But Mrs. Gao was already out the door. He turned back to Christine, cringing every so slightly. She, on the other hand, was covering her mouth to hide her grin.

"Oh yes, very funny," He growled. He was growing tired of his expense being the day's entertainment.

Christine approached him, imitating the same comforting pat Mrs. Gao had just given him. "It's not your fault, you just have that natural protectant vibe."

"Well if you wouldn't wander off with strangers, I wouldn't have to be so protective."

She held her hands up in surrender. "Fair, fair. I'll be more careful." She turned to follow Mrs. Gao, still hiding a smirk. "I'm getting hungry. Where would you like to eat husband?"

"Oh shut up!"

The afternoon found the trio at the top of the Sentinel building. The walls of the observation floor were made almost entirely of windows, allowing for a full aerial view of the city. Meg and Christine leaned excitedly over the guard rails to get a better view.

"Man, I wish we could get right up to the glass," Meg complained as she stood on one of the lower rails, leaning forward to press her forehead on the glass.

"It looks like you are," Erik pointed out. He was standing beside them, less focused on the view of the city and more concerned with making sure his two charges didn't fall to their deaths.

"Ooh, good idea," Christine said as stood on the rail to imitate Meg's stance.

Erik flinched and moved a little closer. "I wish you two would stop that."

"Don't be such a worry wart," Meg chided, "I'm sure this glass has handled worse things than the heads of two small women."

"Still…" Erik cast a worried glance around. "You could get in trouble."

"With who? The security guard? I'm not scared of Paul Blart."

Christine snorted and smacked Meg on the arm. It seemed to be a common gesture between them. "Why don't you join us Erik? I'm sure you'll appreciate it more if you see what we're talking about."

"It's nothing I haven't seen before."

"Oh, come on," she begged, reaching behind her blindly to tap his shoulder. "Just try it."

Erik sighed, finding he was unable to resist her. With one last cautious glance around, he turned and stood on the lower part of the railing. When he didn't move any further, Christine reached up and pinched the front of his shirt, pulling him down until he too was leaning against the glass.

"See? Isn't it amazing?"

Erik was preoccupied by the feeling of his heart absolutely beating out of his chest as a result of Christine tugging on his clothes. At first, he didn't hear her. It took a full ten seconds of eradicating some very impure thoughts before he was able to even consider the scene below him.

When he finally did, he was surprised to find that it was actually quite different. At this angle, he could almost block out everything else, his entire field of vision filled with the sprawling city scape. The buildings closest to them appeared to bulge forward, the tops of them being significantly closer than the bottoms. Movement on the ground was barely perceptible, reminding him of tiny ripples in a puddle. The late afternoon sun reflected off millions of glass panes, creating the illusion of a fiery sea. Erik had seen the city from this height countless times, but he had to admit he had never seen it quite like this.

"I suppose it's an interesting perspective," he admitted at last.

There was a pause, then both women snorted with laughter. Erik scowled and looked at them.

"What!?"

"You're just so clinical," Christine teased through her giggling. Then, putting on a comically deep voice, "I SUPPOSE it's an interesting perspective."

He turned away with a growl. "You're the one who wanted me to do this, you don't get to critique how I choose to enjoy it."

She opened her mouth to once again do just that, when a loud voice from behind interrupted her.

"Hey! Get down from there!"

Three pairs of feet instantly scrambled from the railing. They each whipped around with wide eyes, looking like guilty children.

A broad security guard stalked towards them, face bent in a scowl. "There's no climbing on the railing!"

Christine and Meg avoided his eyes, nodding urgently as they mumbled apologies. Erik, having regained his composure, crossed his arms and also mumbled a half hearted apology.

The guard gave them a pointed look before moving on, carefully scanning each section of rails for more offenders.

"Good job handling Paul Blart," Erik said to Meg once he was out of ear shot.

She crossed her arms defensively. "Hey, you're the body guard, not me!"

"Well I can't very well guard you from yourselves," he argued.

Christine laughed and hooked one arm through each of her friend's, sandwiching herself between them like a chiding mother.

"That's enough children, I think it's time we get going."

Their last stop of the day was dinner, at an establishment Erik had deemed less than reputable, and which Christine had deemed absolutely perfect. And so, at Jim's Shrimp N' Fries, they now sat.

"Oooh, I'll take a margarita," Meg said to the waiter, pointing excitedly to the colorful picture on the back of the menu.

The young boy nodded as he wrote her order down. "And for you sir?"

"Just a water."

"Oh come on Erik, we've been walking all day, you must be starving!" Meg argued.

Erik's jaw tightened. Christine squeezed Meg's hand under the table.

"Leave him be Meg. Erik has…lots of dietary restrictions. I'm sure he'll eat when he gets home."

"Oh, one of those gluten free, low fat people huh?" She gave him a teasing smile, not waiting for an answer as she decided to add more to her order.

Erik shot Christine a grateful look. She gave a small smile in response, and the issue was dropped. She had never seen him eat during the entire time she'd known him. She had been reminded of that at lunch, when he had declined their choice of squid on a stick and simply followed behind them as they walked and ate.

It didn't take her long to figure out that it was probably because of the mask. She had thought through the mechanics of it all, paying attention to the way her mouth and the muscles of her face moved while chewing, and had figured out that it would likely be uncomfortable, if not impossible, to eat with something hard right above her lip and over her cheek. For this reason, she had started going back to the office for lunch as often as she could, stating that she needed some quiet time in her office to work, and sending Erik away to take a break. She hoped he used this time to eat something.

Her caring gesture went unnoticed, however, as Erik only ate once a day anyway, and usually at night. So the time Christine had set aside for him was spent in line at Starbucks, or bothering Nadir, blissfully unaware of the kindness being extended.

Tonight, however, he finally noticed and appreciated it.

When the food arrived Meg wasted no time, quickly devouring her popcorn shrimp, and requesting a second margarita before she had completely finished the first. Christine laughed at her gusto, slowly sipping on her own drink.

"Slow down Meg, no one's going to take anything away from you."

"Hey, you don't know what it's like living with my mother!" Meg retorted. "You know how up tight she can be. If I even take one sip of alcohol around her, she's hitting me with that disapproving glare. Well, not tonight , no ma'am!"

Christine shrugged and laughed, deciding to let her friend enjoy herself. Erik watched them both with an amused smile.

It was halfway through her third drink that Meg decided it was prudent to toss one of Christine's onion rings at Erik. She melted into a pool of giggles as it bounced off his chest, leaving a few brown crumbs on his black shirt.

"Yes, hilarious," Erik deadpanned as he brushed his shirt off. "Just how strong are those margaritas?

"Oh, not very strong," Christine assured him firmly. She had just finished hers, politely declining a second one the waiter offered.

Erik eyed her suspiciously, noticing the redness in her cheeks. "Are you sure?"

"Well, either that, or I just have a very high tolerance. See? I'm fine." She held her hands up and smiled proudly.

Frowning, Erik leaned forward, elbows against the table. He met Christine's gaze and stared her down, eyes narrowed. For about five seconds, she did excellent, meeting his interrogating stare without missing a beat. Then in the next second, she collapsed against Meg with an undignified snort.

"Ah. Quite strong then." Erik surmised.

"Noooo Erik I'm sorry!" Christine cried. "I'm ok! Really! I just had one!"

He held out his hand. "Keys."

With her signature pout, Christine dug her keys from her purse and handed them over. "I'm sorry Erik, I didn't mean to."

"I know. It's fine."

"You're mad at me."

"I am not."

"You sound mad."

"I always sound like this."

She snorted again. "That's true. But I still think you're mad."

"I'm not, it's ok."

"I'm not very professional am I?"

"As you've pointed out to me numerous times today, it's Saturday. You are under no obligation to be professional."

She mulled this over for a moment. "True…but I still feel bad."

Realizing this argument was clearly a dead end, Erik called for the check.

After managing to get both girls outside, Erik attempted to keep Meg restrained as he led them to the car. She had unfortunately spotted a stray cat beside a dumpster, and was now determined to "rescue" it.

"He's right there!" Meg screamed as she fought against Erik's iron grip. "He needs me!"

"No, he doesn't." He tightened his hold on her forearm. Christine trailed beside him, laughing at her friend. The cat turned and hissed at them.

"He's crying! He's asking me to come to him!"

"Actually, he's saying he wishes you'd go away."

Meg stopped at that, her face contorting with horror. "I…wha…why…why would you s-say that?" She sobbed, tears instantly pouring down her cheeks. She finally ripped away from him and ran to Christine, throwing her arms around her. "Christine, your body guard is mean!"

Christine laughed, patting Meg's hair as she looked at Erik. "Oh I know, he's a big meanie."

Erik rolled his eyes and gently pushed them in the direction of the car.

"And to think, I was so good all day! I didn't ask about his mask, not once! Just like you told me!"

Christine's heart dropped as she felt Erik go ridged.

"I was so nice to him, I didn't stare or anything, and he just-"

"That's enough Meg," Christine said firmly. "That's enough."

Meg, now utterly heartbroken and convinced that all her friends had betrayed her, broke away with a cry and ran to the car. She flung the door open, threw herself inside, and slammed it shut again, yelling all the while.

"Erik, I'm so sorry-"

"It's fine." He cut her off. His tone left no doubt that the conversation was over. "Let's just get you two home."

Christine nodded sadly and followed him to the car. She was trying very hard not to be angry with Meg, knowing it wasn't exactly her fault. Still, it was difficult when their lovely day had just been ruined in a matter of seconds.

After an awkward car ride to Christine's apartment, Erik insisted upon seeing both of them to the door. Even though Christine was far less inebriated than Meg, he still didn't trust her to get both herself and her friend inside, unscathed.

The lobby attendant gave them a curious look as they stumbled through on their way to the elevator, Meg hanging off Christine's neck.

"Everything alright, Miss. Daae?" She asked dubiously, eyeing the masked man that accompanied them. Naturally, seeing a strange man with two drunk girls sent up several red flags.

"Oh yes, we're fine!" Christine assured her. She tossed an arm around Erik's shoulders and patted his chest. "This is my body guard Erik! He's not a serial killer!"

Erik sighed and gave the woman what he hoped was a friendly sort of smile. It came out looking more like a grimace.

The attendant continued to watch them as they piled into the elevator, still not fully convinced. She decided if she didn't see the man leave within fifteen minutes she'd send security up to check on the girls.

Once they reached her floor, Christine wandered up and down the hall for several minutes, struggling to remember which apartment was hers. She finally settled on door 221. Erik tried her key hesitantly, and breathed a sigh of relief when it opened with a click. He was very ready for this day to be over.

Meg immediately ran inside and plopped down on the couch. Erik was carrying both women's purses, and he glanced around for somewhere to leave them. Christine's apartment was nearly the exact opposite of his. Everything was either white or light grey, including the walls. Dainty geometric decorations dotted her shelves, and a crisp green plant sat on every flat surface. Erik finally decided to set the bags next to Meg on the couch, as it was the only place he didn't have to worry about knocking something over.

"Ok, if you guys are alright I'm gonna get going."

Meg waved a hand in the air and groaned into the couch. Christine cast her a long suffering glance before walking with Erik to the door. She followed him into the hall, shutting the door behind her. She had sobered up a little, but the sway in her step told Erik she was still not at a hundred percent.

"I really am sorry about all this."

Erik shook his head. "Christine, please stop apologizing. It really is ok."

"Mm...still..." she leaned against the door and looked down at her feet. "I know this isn't how you would have wanted to spend your Saturday."

He chuckled. "Well I can promise you, this has been the most interesting Saturday I've had in a long time."

She smiled, at least a little comforted. Then, she did something that sent Erik's heart racing at what he was certain must be a dangerous speed. Reaching out, she grabbed his hand with both of hers, bringing it up closer to her face. Her delicate fingers stroked the back of his hand as she stared at his knuckles. Instinctively, Erik stepped closer to her. He instantly regretted it when the proximity made his head swim.

"I feel like I should tell you..." Christine began slowly, "I mean, I know we haven't known each other very long..."

Erik's heart leapt into his throat.

"It's just..." she tilted her head back and forth, as if debating. Her lopsided little smile returned. "I just want to say, that I really like having you as my guard."

The tension visibly released from Erik's body.

"And, you've been a good friend too. And I hope we can keep being friends even though I'm a real pain."

Erik smiled. "Of course, Christine. There's no pain I'd rather deal with."

She laughed and dropped his hand, gently pushing his chest. Then her laugh was cut short as she gasped in realization, her eyes wide.

"How will you get home? Do you need my car? You can take my car!"

"I already ordered an Uber," he assured her.

"Well then you have to let me pay for it!" She insisted, already turning to go get her purse.

"No, Christine," his voice was firm but the hand on her bicep was gentle. "It's fine. You just go inside and get some rest."

Her shoulders slumped, guilt gnawing on her mind but exhaustion not letting her body argue any further.

"Well...I'll make all this up to you somehow."

Erik just smiled and opened her door, gently pushing her inside. She turned to look at him as she closed it, slowly edging it closer until she was peeking at him from a slim crack. He nodded his head in encouragement, and she finally shut the door, muffling her excited giggle. He waited until he heard the lock click before he turned to go, his heart still trying to claw its way from his chest.

Downstairs, the attendant clicked the call button for security at exactly fifteen minutes. The guard appeared at her desk at the same moment Erik emerged from the elevator. She watched him carefully, not liking how red his face was, and the secret little smile on his lips. It reminded her of the look on her boyfriend's face when he had come home from cheating on her. But, deciding that she trusted Christine, and that he had left in a decent amount of time, she sent the guard back to his post.