1994
Whitney laid in Lucy's bed that night fast asleep. Lucy had forced her to take something to sleep and shortly before she drifted off the most overwhelming feeling of loneliness fell through her. Watching the rain splatter against the windows, her thoughts began to blur together when finally she drifted off to sleep.
Lucy slept beside her, both friends restless and laying in the full size bed and lighting every few minutes would light up the room as thunder rumbled loudly outside. As Whitney slept, rough hands reached over and gently touched her face.
The eyes staring down at her were a intense brown, they studied her face before reaching out to touch her again.
That's when Whitney opened her eyes.
There was nobody in the room. The lighting lit up her surroundings for a brief second in a cool tint of lazy blue. Then flickered out before thunder sounded. Whitney felt groggy and half asleep as she sat up in bed. Her bare feet touched the carpet of Lucy's bedroom and glanced at the clock radio.
It was four in the morning.
Rubbing her arms, she slowly got out of bed and silently went out to the bathroom. As she walked, making sure not to wake Lucy, she saw that the rain had gotten worse. Lucy felt horrible, chills running through her she opened the bathroom door and thought about taking another pill.
Anything to just numb her from this.
Flicking on the light, Whitney shuffled up to the sink before staring at her reflection.
She looked horrible.
Staring at herself, she sighed before opening Lucy's medicine cabinet where Lucy had kept the pills. Opening it, she searched for the right bottle before she felt a chill behind her.
"Regan…"
A whisper filled her ear. Freezing, she knew that voice. Quickly on impulse she slammed the medicine cabinet so hard it made the glass shatter in the sink. Turning around, she held in a scream as the lights began to flicker.
He stood there.
This time he was dressed differently. A dark olive green worn army jacket, his hair combed back and what looked like a dozen or so dog tags and metals hanging around his neck. Just seeing him filled the metal image that had gone blank ever since the police arrived at her doorstep.
She couldn't believe this.
Whitney's eyes widened before he stepped closer, his breath warm against her before he reached over. His eyes changed, almost a gentle caring light danced across his eyes as he reached over and softly tucked a piece of her hair behind her ear.
He smiled.
"I knew I would find you…"
Whitney felt sick to her stomach. Snapping her eyes shut her hand slowly went behind her and grabbed a broken shard of mirror that low laid in the sink. Grabbing it she brought in forward with all her might, screaming.
"Ah!"
Whitney opened her eyes, the lights were back to normal. Lucy stood in a faded band shirt and Pj bottoms before her. A long bleeding slash across her left cheek. Whitney blinked, letting her eyes adjust before Lucy took a step back, her hand quickly pressing against her bleeding wound.
Whitney looked and saw the bloody piece of mirror in her hand. Her mouth opened in complete shock but no words escaped.
"Lucy…I…"
Lucy looked terrified. Before she could say another word she ran out of the bathroom.
1942
Shortly after the new year, the team had traveled further up the border and the snow slowly began to disappear. Once they crossed German lines the forest began looking more and more like it did in mid autumn. Most of the trees were bare, and just a few leafs still clung onto the branches. The snow piles got smaller before finally all that there was were frozen frost ridden grounds, and bare skeleton looking woods. The sky remained overcast and gray, and it constantly seemed freezing and raw.
The team had just ambushed a group of Germans. The men were scalping the dead, while Hirschberg was guarding a small number of them, forcing them to their knees.
They were in a ditch, surrounded by small underground tunnels.
Donny was inside one of them waiting as Aldo talked to the men.
The rest of the men worked on scalping and undressing the dead Germans while Regan stayed close but out of sight. She didn't want to see this. Leaning against the truck, she dry heaved before spitting. For the last few days she had felt horrible. It first started with the dull cramps she had started getting shortly after she had sex with Donny. At first she tried to tell herself this was perfectly normal. That her body would adjust and within time she would get used to it. Then the constant nauseous feeling she got whenever she rode in the truck. Often Donny would notice something was bothering her but she was pretend it was nothing and brush it off. Her color was starting to fade and she found the mornings she worst. Soon it seemed anything could set her off. The smell of dry leads, the food the men cooked, even just the sound of the knifes cutting through flesh as horrible screams drifted towards her made her stomach twist.
She thought she was dying.
One hand on the truck, she felt vomit beginning to bubble up in her throat before she threw up all over the ground. Shutting her eyes she felt dizzy.
A few minutes later Regan could hear the men laughing and cheering as the sounds of Donny beating a German to death filled the air. A sound she had gotten used to. Leaning against the truck, she shut her eyes and tried her hardest to catch her breath. She hated feeling this way, most of all when she couldn't understand why.
A gunshot echoed through the air making her jump. A few minutes went by and Regan opened her eyes/
She could hear Donny in the distance.
"You know Lieutenant, you're getting pretty good at that…"
She then heard Aldo.
"You know how you get to Carnegine Hall, don't cha? Practice."
Just then Donny came walking over, sweat rolling off his arms as he wore a wife beater and slacks. His bloody baseball bag was dragged by his side. His bangs hanging in his face. Usually after Aldo was done "marking" the only survivor, Donny would come looking for Regan. Usually she would be sitting in the truck passing the time before he found her. He would always toss his blood soaked bat to the side before lifting her up and kissing her. A gesture Regan suspected was a result of him trying to push away after taking a person's life and then scaring another for life. Instead he stopped, right away his eyes looking worried.
"Regan?"
He dropped his bat and ran over, right away his strong arms holding her by her sides. Regan looked up, wiping her mouth.
"Are you okay?
Regan tried brushing this off, pulling away slightly before looking down. Donny's grip of her tightened. Ever since she hadn't been feeling well he had been watching her closely.
"Regan?"
His voice raised a little before Regan tried her hardest to get herself together. Looking up, she smiled.
"I'm fine, just got a little light headed…"
Donny closely looked her over, his finger digging into her arms. Just then Aldo appeared over the hill, cleaning his buck knife.
Watching them, he walked over.
"Say Regan, should of seen how I marked the latest. Even your man was impressed."
Regan smiled, trying anything not to look at Donny who was still holding her so tightly.
"Is that so?"
Just then Donny turned, his face worried as he looked at Aldo.
"You said the one we marked was a medic. Have him come here right now."
Aldo eyed Regan, who had been failing lately and looked ten shaded lighter.
"Everything all right?"
Donny glanced down at Regan who tried to pretend she was perfect fine. Donny shook his head.
"Just get him okay?"
"Jesus Donny, he's the one I just marked, he's a bleeding mess…"
Donny looked, also pleaded with his eyes to Aldo who simply spit and shook his head.
"Fine, let me get him…"
Donny smiled looking at Regan.
"You're gonna be fine, don't worry.
Regan looked up at him, her eyes scared.
As Aldo went back to the ditch, he saw Wicki and Stiglitz kneeling over the young German he had just marked. Blood was scattered all over the ground and leafs. Wicki and Stiglitz seemed to be speaking German, and laughing together.
Aldo very well understood how Wicki thought about this entire thing. In the beginning once they dropped into France Aldo was almost sure Wicki would be one of his best men. He came in before Stiglitz and his knowledge of different languages came in handy. He was a brutal killer of Nazis and never once did anyone second guess him because he was a German born Jew.
He honestly didn't know what they were going to do with Regan. She had turned out to be a good girl, stayed out of the way, and tried her hardest to pull her weight. He didn't feel regret about what he made Donny do to her, in his eyes she was simply just a German who was going to marry one of the worst Nazis of them all. She was no better than the others. Ever since her accident, he saw Donny's plan was really just an excuse to have a second chance with her. He saw how he looked at her and it made him sick to think one of his best men was head over heels for a little German bitch. He knew within the next couple of months she would either remember everything completely or simply he would finally take Donny aside telling him they were leaving her behind. This team wasn't for women, most of all German women.
He planned on delivering that message as soon as he got the chance, yet knew it would be harder than he thought with getting rid of her when the time came. Donny really believed they were in love, he knew he would get an argument from him, saying that she could still stay with them, that he promised to take care of her and that like he had said a million times before that she was his responsibility. Instead Aldo knew the risks, and didn't want anything getting in the way of their mission. If it came down to it he would simply shoot Regan between the eyes in front of Donny to make him wake up. He had fun while it lasted, but as an American he had to move on and see the truth behind it. Regan wasn't meant to stay with them. They would use her and then leave her…
He knew Donny would downright loose his mind and even try to kill him, but he knew as soon as he saw Regan dead the truth would slap him in the face.
She was a German plain and simple.
"Wicki?"
Wicki looked over his shoulder.
"Yeah?"
"Get that boy standing and give him a rag for that forehead. I need him for a second."
Wicki looked confused but nodded.
A few minutes later Wicki forced the bleeding German with his gun over to Aldo. Right away Wicki cocked his head and motioned towards the truck.
"There a problem?"
Aldo grabbed the sobbing young man who had blood dripping down his face from the mark he left him.
"Nope, nothing wrong at all. I'll just be a couple of minutes…"
Wicki watched him closely as he lead to German over behind the truck. Sighing, Aldo turned before looking at him.
"I need Stiglitz…"
Wicki stared at him.
"Stiglitz is helping Utivich on the other side, you need me to translate?"
"Naw, Regan can do it…"
Aldo stopped himself. He knew how Regan was and if there was something wrong she wouldn't tell them. Also he didn't trust a German speaking to her in a language both Donny and himself didn't understand.
Aldo stared at him before nodding.
"Yeah, come on…"
Wicki followed as they went behind the truck. There he saw Donny sitting on the ground beside Regan who looked awful. He had noticed earlier this morning her color seemed off, and that dark circles were beginning to form underneath her eyes. Donny protectively had his arm around Regan and glared at Wicki as he walked over with Aldo and the German.
Aldo motioned to the German and pointed to Regan.
"Have him see if she's all right."
Wicki seemed counfused. He looked down at Regan and then back at Aldo.
"What?"
"She ain't feeling good. He's a medic right?"
Wicki caught Donny staring at him and then cleared his throat before asking the shivering German who kept pressing one of the torn rags against his bleeding head.
"Sind Sie ein Mediziner?"
The German nodded, his hands shaking badly.
Wicki looked at Aldo and nodded. Just then Donny got up, walking over he stood beside Wicki and leaned in to whisper in his ear.
"Ask him if he knows who she is?
Wicki eyed Regan who hadn't heard. Instead Regan simply sat back in the leafs looking embarrassed. Wicki shot Donny a look before waving the scared German over. He whispered in the young man's ear.
"Wissen Sie wer sie ist?"
The German seemed confused.
"Sollte ich?"
Regan this time did look up.
Wicki shook his head at Donny.
"He doesn't."
"Okay, tell him to look her over. She's been sick…"
Wicki almost didn't want to. He hated listening to Donny, most of all when they were lying right in front of Regan like this.
Wicki sighed before facing the German and asking him. The German eyed Regan before she tried to stand up and speak.
"I'm just tired…please I'm perfectly fine."
Wicki ignored her and asked the German again. The German nodded, all the while keeping his eye on Aldo's knife which was now clipped back on his belt.
The German walked over, carefully asking Regan questions. Aldo stood beside Wicki telling him to keep an ear out, he didn't want him saying anything funny. Donny meanwhile seemed on edge, ready to flip of the German did anything wrong.
Wicki listened and Regan was being very soft spoken. The German asked if she had any bad food, had trouble sleeping, and when she had been sick.
Regan answered that she had felt perfectly fine, just very tired and had been sick to her stomach almost every morning. The German who was sweating and looking extremely nervous then asked her to lift her blouse a bit.
When Regan started to Donny stepped forward.
"Hey what the fuck…"
Regan stopped quickly and looked at Donny with ashamed eyes. It killed Wicki to see her like this around him. Looking at Donny as if he was an idiot he leaned over and said…
"He's just looking her over, relax."
"That's my wife you're talking about. You relax."
Wicki rolled his eyes before nodding at the German, the bleeding on his forehead had stopped but the wound looked horrible.
The German turned back to Regan and asked her again. Regan closely watched Donny as she did so. Right away Wicki saw something.
Regan looked swollen.
The German gently placed his hands on Regan's stomach and began pushing his fingers against her, carefully feeling and asking her where it hurt. Once he was finished he turned and walked back over to Wicki, Donny, and Aldo.
He spoke softly so Regan wouldn't hear.
"Ich bin nicht 100% sicher, aber ich glaube, dass sie mit Kind ist"
This meant…
"I'm not 100% sure, but I do believe she's with child."
These words hit Wicki like a pile of bricks. The German lowered his head and shrugged.
"Ich bin nicht sicher, aber es ist früh…vier Monate vielleicht?"
The German said…
"I'm not sure, but it's early…four months maybe?"
Wicki shut his eyes.
Regan had gotten pregnant from the rape.
Donny looked beyond nervous, looking over he saw the expression on Wicki's face.
"What? What is it?"
Wicki looked at him, the words he said felt sour against his lips. He felt a horrible chill run over him as if the devil himself had touched him.
"She's with child…"
Regan looked over, her eyes huge.
Donny's mouth hung open but no words escaped. Wicki lowered his head in shame.
"Four months maybe, he isn't sure…"
Aldo rubbed his beard.
"Jesus…"
Donny looked in shock, slowly he walked over to Regan who started up at him. The second he came close she burst into tears. Wicki looked over.
Donny gently placed his hands on her sides.
"Why are you crying?"
Regan shook her head through her tears.
"I don't…know…"
Donny gathered her up, as she buried her face against him and sobbed. Wicki meanwhile looked over at Aldo.
"I need to talk with you…"
"Later, let's pack up and get rid of this piece of shit."
The German gulped.
By nightfall, nobody had spoken about what the German had said. In fact the only people who knew was Aldo, Wicki, Donny, and Regan herself. Once the scalps were counted, they all got back into their truck and headed further towards France.
Regan calmed down and hadn't said a word.
By nightfall, the men were all sleeping. Regan was in the cab was the truck stretched over the front seat and sleeping. Donny had thrown his jackets over her for warmth. Her head in his lap, he sat there staring down at her before gently petting her beautiful red hair.
She hadn't said anything since this morning.
He was worried.
Looking down at her he found himself smiling.
He never expected himself to do that.
Outside, further back towards the trees Wicki and Aldo were sharing a smoke.
"So I guess you're original plan finally worked."
Aldo eyed Wicki with unsure eyes.
"I guess…"
"Than what's going to happen with Donny's? Are you still sending a message to the Germans?"
Aldo took a drag of his smoke before passing it over to Wicki.
"I'm sure yet, this changes this…"
"You're not too certain about this anymore. Seemed like a good idea when you thought of it but things are getting too fucked up. You see Donny is getting attached and I'm sure it's now worse since he found out she's carrying his baby…"
"Donny isn't attached. He's smitten that's all. Any girl could do that…most of all when you haven't seen a piece of ass in so long…"
"Aldo, with all due respect you're full of it. Ever since her accident he's been using this as a second chance. I knew the guilt would catch up with him. She's going to remember…I mean come on he's been pretending their married! We can't do this anymore, most of all with her being pregnant!"
Aldo stared down at the ground before spitting.
"Shit…"
He mumbled.
Wicki stared at him.
"What are we going to do?"
Aldo put his hands on his hips, thinking.
"Well, we can't be worrying about a pregnant woman being with us. Donny will flip if anything happens to her and I need his head screwed on straight. We'll be double crossing back to where Hanna's place is. She's taken care of plenty of girls in that state, even helped delivered. I'll talk to her and she'll keep her at her place. I'll explain everything to Donny and if he don't like it tough. He ain't staying with her either. Hanna will take good care of her…"
"Are you still going to try and send a message to Landa?"
"Well this would all be a waste of time if we didn't. I don't know too many people who own a fucking camera, but we'll think of something. I want that Nazi fuck to know his little lady had a Jewish American baby."
"After that?"
"We'll think about it from there…"
"You're planning on killing her aren't you?"
Aldo stared at Wicki as if he had read his mind.
"And are you against that?"
"Why not just let her go?"
"Wicki, she's a German…you really don't think I'll allow Donny to take her and a fucking baby long with us."
"Then leave her at Hanna's. We'll make up some lie, God knows we'll good at doing that…"
Aldo shook his head.
"I should of fucking known the second we found her near that river she was going to be a problem."
"Aldo, let's just leave her behind. Donny's too involved now."
"We'll leave her at Hanna's. Maybe I can talk to her before we leave. We'll tell Donny next time we're around those parts we'll go back for her. Maybe Hanna can think of somewhere to put her. She'll make a story of how little old Regan couldn't take the delivery. Her and the baby died. We'll point out a fake grave and that's that. He'll take it hard but maybe we'll be finished with this mess finally."
"And if you don't have Hanna find a camera you just have her write a letter and deliver it? Telling Landa what us bastards did?"
Aldo nodded.
"We'll try to head back to her place tomorrow, it will be a few good days until we reach it but maybe then we'll sort things out."
Wicki nodded.
Aldo then looked at him.
"Wicki, I ain't proud of what we did. I should of known it wasn't right or how Donny wouldn't be able to take it. I'm sorry if it means anything…"
Wicki shot him a look before handing him back the smoke.
"Yeah, well say you're sorry to Regan. We're the ones who are putting her though hell…"
Wicki walked away while Aldo watched.
The next morning, Donny gently rubbed Regan's back as she threw up right outside the truck. Aldo had informed the others that Regan was sick and that they were dropping her off at Hanna's. It wasn't going to be a long trip, just a quick drop off before heading over to France. The men all sensed something else was going on but didn't question Aldo.
Wicki took Utivich aside and told him the truth. Utivich looked shocked.
"Oh my God…"
Wicki shook his head.
"That son of a bitch…"
Wicki sighed, rubbing the back of his neck.
"I think I have a plan…"
At this exact moment, as Donny sat beside Regan as she threw, Aldo walked over, boots crunching against the ground.
"Donny, I need a word with ya."
Donny looked up before Regan pulled away from him. She seemed different ever since she found out she was pregnant. Donny noticed any time he touched her she would flinch.
Aldo took him aside and filled him in one what they were doing. He told Donny in Regan's state it wouldn't be safe for her to tag along. She needed someplace to rest, and have another woman with her. Donny seemed uneasy the entire time and kept looking over at Regan as she cleaned herself up.
He told Aldo he was worried.
"No need to be worried. She'll be safe with Hanna. She'll take good care of her. We'll round back as soon as we can, maybe before the baby is even born. You don't want something happening to her do you?"
Donny shook his head.
"Aldo, the baby…"
"The baby is going to be a sign that us Americans are doing the right thing. I know you've felt guilty about some things we've done…but don't. Regan has turned out to be a fine gal and once Landa finds out his darling fiancé' is expecting a child from her husband The Bear Jew, I'm sure that will string much more then the thousands we've killed all ready…"
"And after that?"
"Well, you're wife and baby will be taken care of with Hanna. Once this shit storm is over you can take your new family back to Boston and forget this whole mess. Start over."
Donny looked as though he believed him.
"Really?"
Aldo smiled and patted Donny on the shoulder.
"You're a good man Donny. Regan ain't one of them anymore. She's your family now. Who knows, maybe she's carrying a future American war hero."
Donny grinned.
"I love her…is that wrong?"
"No, you saved her from a life in hell. We'll take care of her don't you worry."
The three day drive to Hanna's was a silent one. The men all mumbled to themselves and even the theory of Regan perhaps being pregnant even was brought up. As they talked in the back of the crammed truck, Utivich and Wicki exchanged a look. Finally Wicki spoke up.
"I'm sure Donny wouldn't be too pleased hearing us talk about him and Regan like that."
The men all looked at each other before nodding in agreement.
In the front cab, Regan seemed to be doing better. She was tried but sat straight up between Aldo and Donny not saying a word. Donny held her hand, telling her that Hanna was going to take real good care of her while they were gone.
Once they reached Hanna's cabin, Wicki got out and saw Aldo quickly go inside. He knew he was filling Hanna in on everything. Sighing, he walked around to see Donny and Regan together.
Donny was gently touching her face.
Regan looked scared to death.
An hour later Hanna welcomed them and fed them a good dinner. Aldo said he planned on leaving before dusk. The men all sat together in Hanna's kitchen as Hanna and Aldo talked in private in one of the bedrooms.
During dinner Regan excused herself saying she needed fresh air. When Donny tried to get up she smiled and told him she would just be a couple of minutes. Wicki watched her leave and then excused himself, saying he needed a smoke.
By then Donny was talking with Stiglitz and didn't even seem to notice.
Wicki stepped outside were a freezing cold breeze was blowing through the air.
He found Regan sitting alone on the porch swing. Silent tears rolling down her face. Wicki stared at her for a moment before walking over, his boots thudding against the wooden platforms of the porch.
"Regan?"
Regan looked up, her green eyes sparking with tears.
She quickly wiped her eyes before looking down.
"Hello Wilhelm."
"May I take a seat?"
Regan forced a smile before nodding, wiping her eyes again.
"Of course…"
Wicki sat down, holding onto the chain that held the swing together. He stared at her.
"Are you okay?"
Regan bit her lip before slowly shaking her head.
"I don' think so…I'm scared."
"Of being left here?"
Regan shook her head.
"No, of the baby…and of Donny."
Wicki's expression changed.
"You are?"
Regan shook her head.
"I know that's a horrible thing to say! He's my husband and he's taken care of me…but something doesn't seem right. Every time he touches my stomach, or says something about the baby I get horrible thoughts…"
"Like what?"
Regan shrugged.
"Of him…forcing me to have sex with him. Him hitting me and no matter how hard I scream nobody helps me. I keep having this dream and the more I think about it the more I think it's real."
Wicki stared at her, she as beautiful.
"Regan…"
Before he could finish, Donny stepped out on the porch. Right away Regan and Wicki sat up straight and even moved away from each other a little. Donny quickly walked over, his hands cupping her face.
"You okay?"
Regan stared up at him.
"Of course I am why wouldn't I be?"
Donny looked at Wicki before Aldo came out, telling them they were heading out soon.
An hour later right before sunset Wicki watched as Donny said goodbye to Regan. They both stood together on the porch. One of his rough hands against her stomach as he kissed her. Aldo walked over to Wicki who leaned against one of the trees.
"You ready?"
Wicki nodded.
"Yeah. You talk to Hanna."
"She's got it taken care of."
Wicki turned and headed back to the truck. Aldo watched Donny for a second before yelling his name. Hanna stood in the doorway of the cabin with a shawl wrapped around her.
Donny hugged her tightly before kissing her again.
"I'll be back before the baby comes. I promise."
Regan tried to smile as he kissed her again.
"I love you…"
Regan didn't answer back. Instead Aldo began sounding the horn. Donny looked at Regan as if it was killing him to leave her.
Kissing her one last time he turned and headed for the truck. Regan watched as it pulled away before going up the steps to meet Hanna.
"Don't worry my dear, he'll be back…"
Regan nodded before following her back inside.
Present
Whitney was in a phone booth downtown. She ran out of Lucy's place right after Lucy tried stopping her when she saw she had attacked her by accident. Whitney grabbed her purse and quickly ran out, ignoring Lucy's yells.
She had hurt her friend.
Running out in the pouring rain, she cried before falling twice on the sidewalk. Her knees were bleeding, and her hair plastered to her head. Finding the phone booth she quickly took out the crumbled up letter and saw the phone number.
She dialed praying somebody would pick up.
On the fifth ring finally a sleepy voice answered.
"Hello?"
Whitney clutched the phone.
"Hello is this Smithson Utivich?"
"No…this is his son? Do you have any idea what time it is?"
"Is your father there?"
"Excuse me?"
"Please! It's important!"
Whitney cried, remembering the terrified look on Lucy's face when she had cut her.
There was a pause on the other line and for a second Whitney thought they had hung up. Finally the voice sighed.
"Hold on, this better be good."
Whitney waited before an older sounding voice answered.
"Hello?"
"Smithson Utivich?"
"Yes, who is this?"
"My name is Whitney Castor. I wrote you about the book I was writing…"
There was another pause.
"Oh yes…Whitney my dear it's very late…"
Whitney tried to control herself from crying, clutching the phone she shook all over.
"I know this is going to sound crazy…but I've seen him."
"Who?"
Whitney stared out the glass booth and saw the rain was pouring down. The sound of this seemed to be everywhere. A small 24-hour diner across the way was lit up, a few people still inside.
"Donny…Donny Donowitz."
The phone was silent for a second before the voice seemed to have cleared it's throat.
"Is this a joke young lady, because I am not amused…"
"I think he killed my fiancé, nobody believes me…"
Whitney began crying. Utivich's voice sounded from the other line.
"Whitney…may I ask you a question?"
Whitney opened her eyes.
"What color hair do you have?"
Whitney's brow winkled.
"What?"
"Please."
"Red, why?"
"Oh dear God…"
"What?"
"Where are you?"
"What?"
"In the city where are you?"
"You don't live in the city…"
"About an hour just outside of it, I can be there if I go now. Where are you?"
"On Westfield tenth, across from the Night Owl diner."
"Go inside there, order some coffee and wait for me."
"Wait what?"
"Just listen, go and wait…don't leave no matter what…unless…"
"Unless what?"
"You see him again, if you do…run."
