Liv was advancing towards him, a poker in her hand, blood dripping slowly from its pointy end, her eyes blazing with hatred. "It's not quite as easy this time, is it, Kai?" she said, a small sinister smile touching her mouth.

Kai glanced at the floor around him and saw no fork. It was weird – he remembered there had to be a fork somewhere… Cruel twinges gripped him with every breath he took, more blood seeping through his fingers pressing to the wound in his stomach she'd inflicted. He could feel blood spurting out from the hole in his back, too. He was already dizzy. Jeremy had to be here, as well, but Kai couldn't seem to locate him, either. It was just Kai and Liv, stuck in their private thriller movie.

Kai chuckled unwittingly, blood staining his lips, and sat back on his haunches, waiting for her to deliver the final blow. "I see you learned some things, sis. Good for you."

Her lips pulled back in a snarl. "It's gonna be good in a second." She had the poker cocked back like a baseball player before the strike.

He watched her and distantly remembered Bonnie.

She was in the kitchen with me… or was she?

Kai couldn't tell anymore, like there were conflicting realities in his head and he couldn't pick the right one. He wanted to go to the kitchen to see if Bonnie was there, but he knew he wouldn't get up. There was too much pain and too little strength left. And, maybe, no time.

Liv let out a cry and swung the poker.

He jerked back instinctively and … a jolt of pain went through his shoulder-blades as they hit the hard surface beneath him. There was a voice. It was calling his name, he realized dumbly. A coughing fit was coming mixed with nausea, and he rolled onto his side, propping himself off the floor on trembling arms, feeling like he was coughing up a lung or something no less significant. A few large dark drops of blood glistened on the wooden floor beneath him. Kai felt a hot palm on his back, thought of Bonnie, and looked up before him.

There was a figure in the doorway, a woman in a dress that had to be severely outdated. She was gaping at them.

Bonnie gasped with relief when he delicately jerked awake within her grip, grimacing as he coughed and struggled onto his side. She helped him the rest of the way over, rubbing at his back in clumsy attempt to soothe him and discharge whatever was stuck to his lungs. She glanced up as he did, the hairs on the back of her neck standing to cautionary attention, her eyes transfixed upon the woman staring at them in the doorway.

Bonnie opened her mouth to ask the stranger who she was and where the hell they were when another cough ripped through Kai and stole her attention. She registered the blood with some alarm, shocked by the substantial amount upon the floor, feeling slightly lightheaded when she looked up again, desiring—all of a sudden—to ask for the woman's help.

She was gone and they were back in their 1994 kitchen.

Bonnie's hand – Kai was hoping to God it was her and not Liv or anyone – flexed on his shoulder, fingers digging in. Another bout of sickness rolled up to his throat. He coughed up more blood and collapsed, panting. Bonnie's blurry face came into view.

"Did you… what the… hell…" he tried and gave up, attempting to control his breath.

"I saw her," she confirmed, shaking off her increasing stupor and wonder. Whatever they'd tapped into hadn't anything to do with the present, unless it was some stage show. She leaned down, wasting no more time, and slid her arms beneath his upper body, hauling him away from the glass he'd broken, through his blood and toward the living room to where she knew their blankets were. She wasn't even going to ask him to walk as she didn't want him unnecessarily exerting himself.

The task was taking a serious strain on her, though Kai was helping with his legs, and yet her strength surprised him. It had to be stress pulling out her hidden resources, and if so – she was going to collapse soon. Neither of them needed her, too, to be out of commission.

"Try not to pass out or… send us back to wherever the hell that is," she said, smiling once she managed to get him onto a blanket. "Not until I at least get you to the hospital."

"Wait… what?" He couldn't help a nervous, half amused laugh when she finally let go and collapsed beside him leaning against the couch, they both panting. "How's that gonna help anything? What are you gonna do there, strap me to a bed? Or knock me out with painkillers – assuming you identify them? None of it is productive. And…" He stopped, scowling as another nauseating fit was looming near, and gave her an apprehensive look. "If it's me glitching us, I… must be because of how bad my condition is… whatever it is. I don't know what it is, but it's like suddenly there's Mighty Hulk trying to squish my head, and I can't control it. And my bones ache like I've fever. And I feel sick."

They were running out of time. Bonnie didn't need a diagnosis to know that, and from the look in his alarmed eyes, neither did Kai.

He bent slightly as a cough ripped out, and wiped his mouth with the back of his hand – there was more blood. He observed it with a sense of surreal bewilderment. "This can't be good."

It was like he had magical TB or something. "It's not," she responded breathlessly, straining to calm her racing heart and the increasing anxiety that felt the need to make itself known at this moment. Also, her bleeding foot wasn't enjoying the extra pressure and started to get niggly. "If I can get you to the hospital, at least… as you said, there are painkillers and more importantly, blood."

Kai blanked for a moment. Where did he even start to explain how useless it all was? Another bout of nausea and two deep coughs with more blood seeping out of his mouth gave no time to dwell on it. He took in a deep breath, then pulled the plaid from under him and put it on the couch he was leaning back against. That simple task had him breathless for a second. He looked at her – afraid and trembling as she was – and felt a pang of guilt for causing it, a bite of pity that she couldn't catch a break and that he turned out to be a crappy savior. None of it he could fix right away.

"I need one major painkiller, Bonnie – the one that can turn it off and reset it. Fetch the knife."

Her heartbeat picked up another degree before he even finished his sentence. Bonnie knew what was to come, she could read it in his eyes as clear as day.

"I told you I can't do that," she said, feeling the anticipation of such an action in every bone. She could take down hybrids, snap a vampire's limbs and calcify the big bad, but this—this was beyond her reach. It was different when she knew Kai wouldn't hesitate to kill her or anyone else. But he was here solely for her this time, to save her… or so he'd said. She hadn't found any other reason evidence that contradicted that, even if in this moment, she prayed that it would. Hating Kai was easier than sympathizing with him. He was right, though, they were drawing this out, risking their lives when this could be mended with one fowl swoop.

Hopefully.

Bonnie rose off her haunches wobblingly, using the couch behind her for support and sluggishly made her way to the kitchen. She returned two minutes later with the knife, fingers circled around the familiarity of the hilt, testing the weight, trying to acquaint herself with its brutal intention.

The dull ache in his bones turned into a nagging Kai could no longer ignore. He slipped down on his back from the sitting position, stretched along the length of the couch to his left, and felt slightly better. Easier to breathe.

"I haven't had as much practice as you at this," Bonnie teased, sounding by no means malicious in her delivering, merely needing him to remind her of what he was. "I hope you'll forgive me for being sloppy."

She swallowed thickly as she lowered herself onto her knees, reclaiming her former position, the tip of the knife brought against his chest—or more specifically, his heart—once more. She stared down at him with noticeable consideration, patiently awaiting his reaction and murderous greenlight.

A faint smile tugging at his lips at how both impossibly vulnerable and yet strong she seemed at that moment, Kai raised a hand, taking hers gently to direct the blade to the easy access through the infrasternal notch, inclining it slightly to stab a bit upwards under the ribs, and let go. It wasn't hard as it felt earlier when she demanded he closed his eyes and waited for the hit – and with the experience he had in suicide, most of the anxiety wore off. But still, he was grateful he didn't have to do it himself this time. And he liked seeing her face. He liked how much she didn't want to do it.

Her mouth went dry as he unexpectedly closed his fist over hers, expertly guiding the blade to where it needed to be.

"If you don't come back for me," she said, the words bubbling from her lips before she could even think to fathom their importance, inherently worried about his earlier death and the time he'd taken to sputter into existence again, "I'm going to be pissed." Before he could conjure up a reply or have another magic seizure, she put her weight behind the blade, afraid that if she were to let him talk to her anymore, she'd lose her nerve.

Kai had a second to emit an amused hem. Then she drove the blade in, setting off a bomb in his chest. He gasped, and thought he felt the cold of the blade slide into his thrashing heart. It was as if someone popped a bubble they were in, and all the light poofed out. There was just the pain, rippling through his chest with every dying beat. And then, it was gone.

He gasped in visible pain as Bonnie followed through, his hand falling away. Unrestrained tears gathered in the corners of her eyes as she watched the life drain from his face. An act she knew straightaway she never wanted to repeat again.

Not if I can help it.

They were going to have to come up with another plan, a different—and feasible—means of seeding his magic to her. There had to be something other than the extremities of torture, or in this case, assisted suicide. She hovered over Kai for a few seconds longer than necessary to make sure he was well and truly dead, removing the hand from the blade, expelling a trembling sigh as she sat back. All that pushing and pulling really took it out of her, making it damned near impossible to even contemplate removing the knife.

I did though, yanking it out with unexpected force, wincing as something squelched unpleasantly and more blood oozed from the wound.

No one in their right mind did this for fun – no one.

She let go of the knife, depositing it next to his lifeless body for now, and rose off her knees, sliding onto the couch with some difficulty, taking a few minutes to catch her breath.

Half an hour later, Bonnie had cut off his bloodied shirt, rolled him onto the blanket, simultaneously checking his wound—which had stopped bleeding ages ago—and pulled him in front of the fireplace, a pillow tucked beneath his head for when he woke up. She used his ruined shirt to clean off the blood off the hardwood floors, smiling slightly, knowing that if Damon had been present he'd be losing his shit right about now.

She found herself selfishly wishing he was.

She straightened up and headed for the kitchen, eyeing the trail of blood she'd trekked across the floor, also what Kai had coughed up, and went in search of a bucket. She tackled the parlor first, and then proceeded to the kitchen, spending well over half an hour scrubbing the floors, glad for the distraction and relishing in the ache that accompanied each exerting stroke.

By the second hour she headed outside to collect the cutlery, and by the third she'd taken another shower, pulled on her hiking boots and fresh clothes, forcing herself to patiently wait for him to wake, afraid—at the rate that he was going—that they'd miss the eclipse. /

The cold was what rose Kai, it seemed. It was settled so deep in his bones they might as well have been sticks of ice. His body involuntarily shuddered; he snapped his eyes open and immediately squeezed them shut – the blaze of fire from the hearth blinded him. Kai realized he was missing his shirt – at least he had the plaid that covered him and did nothing for warmth. He gathered its flaps and wrapped them around himself, his teeth clattering.

"God, I hate this shit," he gritted out, and felt insignificantly better having pushed it out of his system. He thought of a hot bath and almost groaned in phantom pleasure. He had to make it happen if he intended to continue being alive.

The crack between the heavy curtains oozed feeble light of the starting dawn. He wondered how long he had been out this time. He picked himself up with efforts and a few grunts of an old man. Kai recalled he was older than he looked, and missed the days when he felt the way he looked. At least his legs didn't give way, which gave him hope to see himself to that heavenly bath upstairs.

Halfway to the stairs, Bonnie happened upon him, her eyes momentarily wide as those of a girl who's been alone at home and suddenly spied a burglar in the living room. Kai tried a smile, still cold and shaking. "Hey… Like before, I gotta bring myself back with a lot of hot water. Very hot water."

"Damon's bathroom is best for that. He has all these fancy nozzles and—" She paused, finding it ridiculous that she even felt the need to share that unnecessary piece of information. "And soaps. I'll run ahead and get things started," she concluded, wiping her wet hands on her jeans, jogging toward the stairwell.

Kai watched her trot towards the stairs, momentarily forgotten about his discomforts in favor of the slight bafflement. Was she going to watch him like a hawk every moment now so he wouldn't secretly collapse in one corner or the other? That idea was both unsettling and funny.

She stopped at the bottom, one hand upon the railing as she turned back to regard him again. "You'll be okay with the stairs?" She didn't really want to injure his pride any further, but neither to see him with a broken neck. Kai looked in fit form and was obviously in much better shape than before, but you never knew and Bonnie wasn't all that eager to play the ghost-whisperer again anytime soon.

What, you want to carry me up? he wanted to ask, but instead he waved a hand at her with a reassuring nod. "I'm okay, and so I will be. There's no need to worry."

Bonnie headed straight for the bath as she stepped into Damon's room, simultaneously turning on both the hot and cold tap. Adding one of the dissolving muscle relaxant soap things that Damon had been kind enough to introduce her to awhile back. She bent over the bath, elbows resting on the rim, one arm dangling into the water to test the temperature and mix it up.

Kai leaned in the doorway, eyeing her with an ironic smirk. "I'll be fine, really. Just give me twenty minutes and I'll feel human again. I hope."

Bonnie withdrew her hand with a chuckle, grasping only now, as she looked at his face, how ridiculous she was being by trying to mollycoddle him. He didn't need looking after.

"No problem," she said, stepping back from the bath, making quick work of drying my hands on the nearby towel. "I'll throw together some tea and sandwiches for our expedition part two. Might be best if we make a slow start there as soon as you're ready?"

Kai nodded, and she hurried past him and out of the room as though her heels were catching fire. It made him chuckle when he was sure she was out of her earshot.

She wanted to make sure there was magic, that the ascendant was okay, that he was okay, and that they'd get there without a hitch. After what happened earlier, after the split in their flimsy reality, Bonnie wasn't going to leave anything to chance to screw this up.

Kai filled the tub with hot water and when he stepped into it, it scalded him. He went rigid, lowering himself in it ungracefully, and it took a minute or so for his body to start uncoiling. He gradually relaxed and let the warmth in, closing his eyes, resting the back of his head against the tub rim.

He caught himself sliding under the water right when his next inhale was no air at all. His body jerked, hand shooting out to grab onto the tub, water sloshing out, before he even fully woke up. He coughed, blinking, and waited for his heartbeat to slow down to normal before pulling the plug out.

Kai realized he felt definitely better while he dried himself off and picked a sweatshirt from Damon's drawer. He sat on the bed and keeled down on his back, heaving a sigh, closing his eyes. Just a moment… a minute of peace… just… a little…

He slept.

Bonnie poured the set tea into a flask, wrapped their sandwiches in foil, and tucked them into a plastic bag in case it got accidentally squished. She zipped up her travel bag, glanced at the clock on the far left of the kitchen close to the radio and tried to figure out how long Kai had been in the bathtub. Thirty minutes? Fifteen?

"Relax, Bonnie. He's a grown man, he doesn't need a prospective nurse hanging over his shoulder," she chided herself, walking over to the CD player, scanning the small collection of titles she'd been listening to for over two months. Damon's taste in music was all but gone, discs she'd broken in a fitful rage one night after things got too much.

She chose to stick with the music already in the player and sung along to four or five songs to distract herself from the time, busying herself with their small few dishes and dusting.

When she was done, she heaved a sigh, switched on the kettle once more, made him tea as she'd done the night before, and headed upstairs.

She approached Damon's room, forcing a chipper smile onto her lips to mask her obvious worry and need to check on him.

"Hey… um… I thought you could use some tea." Bonnie pushed open the door with her shoulder, using her free hand to shield her eyes as she walked in in case he was already getting dressed. She kept a hold on the mug's handle, awaiting his response, and then lowered her hand when there came none. She didn't know what she was expecting, but it certainly wasn't him lying on Damon's bed.

"Kai?" she called, approaching the bed, eyeing his chest for any sign of movement, feeling a sense of relief when she saw that it did. She set the tea down on the bedside table and eased onto the bed beside him, tucking one leg beneath her butt, guiltily weighing up the idea of waking him up. She decided against it and let him sleep a few more minutes, unsure of when he'd drifted off but assuming he needed it. A glance at the yellow watch on her left arm assured her there was enough time left to do so, four more hours to be exact. They could make it to the cave in less than two. /

Two streetlamps glared in the darkness, making the black of the night thicker around the sphere of white light they incarcerated the stela in. Jo's silhouette was one cut out of a black paper against that light. The fallen leaves crunched under his sneakers like carcasses of long dead little animals as Kai approached. Her hands were in her pockets, the wind playing with her hair.

"Jo?" he called as an uncharacteristic worry clutched his gut. What was she doing there? The merge was done, and she was off the hook. What else was there to talk about?

There was a strange sound, and Kai realized it came from her. Her back was to him, and she didn't turn when he called her name again. There was another sound, just like the previous one – either a sob or—

She turned when he put a hand on her shoulder, and her eyes blazed at him with accusing hatred so scalding he staggered a step back. It didn't seem right on her face, on her in general. Kai never forgot that gleeful little smile she wore when he was being sent off to the prison world, but it was nothing like that mask of Kali in all her fury. He would expect her to throw herself at him and try to scratch his eyes out, but she stood still, only her face seething with rage.

"You finally did it," she said – more like spat out like a snake spits its venom. "You killed us."

"I—what? What the hell does it me—"

She started laughing. Out of the blue. Her face twisted into an even scarier grimace as she bellowed laughter that grew louder but didn't shake her body. She was still as a statue, and her horrid laugh was as though coming from somewhere beyond her. It made his skin crawl. Kai wanted to back away, and couldn't. His feet were rooted.

She shuddered, still laughing, and he saw that her hands weren't in her pockets – they were clutching her stomach. Another violent tremor shook her, and she made a coughing sound. Her lips glistened with dark crimson; it trickled down to her chin, and the laughter still came rolling from her like thunder.

"You will DIE," she hissed, and laughed, laughed harder, blood dripping from her lips, her chin.

He gasped, suddenly feeling his chest was too tight. He wanted to cough, but couldn't push it out. He couldn't move. His heart was thrashing, stealing the last of air from his lungs. And then, a terrible throe gripped and twisted his insides. Kai bent over, spilling a strangled cry with drops of blood.

The world tripped over, and he was suddenly on his back, chocking for air. No more streetlamps; and there was a bed beneath him. A voice called his name; he felt a hand on him. Kai kept gulping breath after breath, and the throe loosened like a persistent nightmare upon awakening.

Bonnie crawled to the top of the bed, making herself comfortable among Damon's pillows, reaching for the book he'd been busy with before he returned to the real world. She drew her knees up, resting the book against her clothed thighs and peered over at Kai for a second, just sitting next to him while he slept felt surreal still. It was too domestic, too relaxed for what she ever felt around him or imagined. She brushed off the silly musing, getting through four or five pages before the motionless figure beside her suddenly gasped.

She sat up immediately, discarding the book with ease, unmindful of where it landed, and grabbed a hold of his shoulders. She hadn't for a second thought that he was having a nightmare, more worried about what happened earlier and his rickety power.

"Kai, Kai, wake up!" she said, shaking him slightly.

"Jo," he choked with a cough to a blurry figure hovering over him, and tried to back away, but his body didn't yet support the effort.

His face twisted with recognizable alarm baffled her; he gripped at the sheets to escape her, hardly managing it.

"It's okay—you're safe," she said, taking a stronger hold of his shoulder, hoping it would provide enough incentive to wake him up further. "I'm not—I am not Joe." Was that his father? He'd called their name before, only this time it was with a semblance of vulnerability that she hadn't expected to see again. Not so soon.

No, it wasn't Jo glaring down at him with that mad bloody grin.

It was Bonnie's face distorted with worry. Her grip on his shoulders gentle, yet firm.

He blinked the haze away, swallowing hard as his body slumped on the bed, trying to catch his breath. A ghost of embarrassment stole through his heart as he looked at Bonnie, tried a smile on that didn't fully fit. "Some weird dream. I don't even recall what it was all about – twisted like most of them are. I just sat down for, like, a minute… I wasn't even tired. How long have I been out?"

"You've been out of it for about thirty-five minutes," she said, withdrawing from him. "As far as I'm aware. It could be more."

Somehow it felt longer, Kai thought, and rubbed his face.

"Who's Jo?" she asked suddenly, making him freeze for a moment with his hands on his face and his heart thumping hollowly. "You've muttered about him twice now. Is that your dad? Is that who you keep dreaming about?"

A trickle of ice crept through Kai's spine, planting anxiety in its wake. It was surprising that she heard it from him more than once now, and it made him feel vulnerable, out of control. He hated that feeling most.

He sat up and tilted his head to one side, then another, getting rid of the sleeping stiffness. "It's my twin sister," he confessed, seeing no way around it. Haven't I told her that name before? "The last face I saw before they zapped me off to the prison world."

Bonnie slid the book back onto the bedside table and nodded. She wanted to pry and ask if what he was experiencing in his dreams was part of his Luke merge, but for now, she chose not to.

He turned to her and raised his eyebrows. "What time is it? I don't suppose we have too much to lounge around, anymore, do we?"

"Three and a half hours," she replied, checking her watch for confirmation, forcing herself to take it easy. She didn't want Kai unnecessarily straining himself when he was obviously zonked and still trying to shake off the magic issue. "You've time for tea. And a little more sleep if you feel you need it."

He did need it, but didn't want to try. Jo's contorted face with blood seeping between her teeth as she laughed was still there, too close to his skin. Kai needed no fresh colors on it.

She leaned back, extending an arm across the pillows, pointing within the direction of the table next to him. "I made you some a while ago. I thought it might warm you up. Which it probably won't now as it's icy cold."

Kai chuckled and squinted at her cunningly. "I've déjà vu. We've played that one through before. And, if I remember correctly, it's up to me to warm it back up." He slipped off the bed, eager to escape the room and her prying eyes, took the mug and strolled out.

"Well, no," she retorted quietly, watching as he climbed off the bed and headed for the door. She would have happily done it for him but he appeared to need to escape.

Bonnie lay on the bed for a bit, staring after him, giving him a cursory five minutes of the privacy and the time to work through his own lingering demons.

He set the tea on the counter and turned on the kettle, mulling over the dream, unable to stop himself. The vision kept playing and repeating itself. He could still hear her laugh and how deeply it reached inside him, as if it were a lance she put in his gut.

(You killed us.)

What the hell was that supposed to mean? If it was her way of saying he ruined their family entirely – yes, he guessed he had. Not that they hadn't started it before he did, but no one really cared to backtrack. It was perfectly fine for all of them to believe Malachai was the bad seed and the problem rested solely in him. Wincing at a hint of sickness in the pit of his stomach, he turned the boiling kettle off and poured the scalding water into his tea, wishing to have something much stronger.

Bonnie looked around, easing off the oversized bed, to make sure Kai hadn't forgotten anything, and then made her way downstairs. Taking her time to do so, getting there just as Kai started pouring the hot water into the mug to top it up. She opened her mouth to let him know that if he wanted to talk about his dreams or anything else bothering him, that she didn't mind listening, and yet she didn't. She wasn't sure she wanted to or that she was ready to get that close to him. They had their bonding moments and those had been respectable, but what happened once they cracked back over to the real world? Bonnie still bore the scars and nothing really changed. It couldn't – not when it had taken sixty-two days to build.

She quietly reached down to pick up the bag that held their sandwiches and tea, things she'd thrown together as though they were going on a cute couple picnic. She moved toward the chair in front of the fireplace, set the bag on it next to her, and patiently waited for him to finish.

Kai sipped the hot tea, enjoying the warmth flowing down into his belly, and listened to Bonnie in the parlor. He was afraid she would come to the kitchen to keep an eye on him at all times as she tended to, but she didn't. Maybe, his escape was too obvious. He heaved a sigh and took another gulp, strolling slowly along the kitchen island. His eyes traveled idly around the kitchen and fell on a white spot in mostly brown surroundings. There was a book lying on the small table at the wall. Kai took a closer look and almost dropped the mug. A hot flash surged in him as he remembered the initial plan the Gilberts had when they wanted him to bring them over here. The atlas. The damn atlas.

Automatically, he lifted the mug to his lips, mulling over the possibilities. He could just leave it a secret – why not when they were about to move out and try again. It could work this time, without that rock. And if it didn't… Well, then they had a problem and a plan B would come in handy. If he told her now – did she trust him enough not to do anything behind his back? Not to leave him behind like he did her?

Kai wanted to think she wouldn't, but then he didn't really know. People changed, and they did so quicker under the circumstances like these. Bonnie might have changed a lot since he left her on his lawn in Portland bleeding with a beeper saying I LIED to prick her for her stubbornness when (and if) she woke up. And if he still had not noticed any such changes, it could have been merely delayed because she depended on his magic as well as he depended on her ability to wield it. This atlas was a free ticket out of here for her. With or without Kai.

He finished his tea, not at all amused by his reverie, and rinsed the mug. As he set it on the counter next to the sink, a wave of nausea rolled up to his throat, as sudden as a punch of an invisible bully, and morphed into a wrenching throe even quicker. He gasped soundlessly, propping his palms on the counter not to fall down. It felt as if someone grabbed his intestines, squeezed them in a fist and twirled it this way and that. Something whistled in his ears and a lightheaded feeling came over him as though he were dropping from a significant height. The world was about to slip away when the pain loosened. Kai stood for a few more moments, half-bent over the counter, breathing hungrily until he felt all right to straighten up. He wiped a few beads of sweat from his forehead. A comber of cold went down his back, like an ague fit. He saw Jo's awful grin. 'You will DIE.'

You're just a stupid dream, so shut up. Shut the fuck up!

He took a deep breath, ignoring the alarmed inner voice yelling that it had to be wrong, very wrong. He cast a parting glance at the atlas, and went for the parlor, wearing a good-sport smile for Bonnie's benefit. "We better get moving if we don't wanna miss the train. Oh, and… don't forget the knife."