Nick stopped his bike outside Mr Lester's house and trudged toward the front door, but before he could knock, Lester threw it open with a glare. Nick smiled, trying to keep the peace, knowing he probably wasn't in Lester's good books right now, but then again, who was? "Mr Lester, sorry to bother you…"

"Have you found my pumpkins?"

Nick pursed his lips because whoever stole those pumpkins had probably destroyed or used them by now. "No, Mr Lester, this is about a different matter I'm afraid."

Lester narrowed his eyes. "What could possibly have happened in a day that's got owt ter do wi' me?"

Nick took a deep breath before continuing. "Mr Lester, this morning, your car was involved in a robbery along the road from Whitby heading to Aidensfield. It ran a pumpkin delivery truck off the road, where the driver of the car threatened the delivery man out of it and drove off, abandoning the rover and the other driver."

Lester seethed in anger. "Are you accusing me, Mr Rowan! D'yer think that I'm so desperate to get my pumpkins back that I'd go robbing a flippin' truck! You've got some nerve!"

Nick held his hands up. "Calm down, Mr Lester. Please let me finish."

Lester shuffled out of the house. "My car is sitting in front of me garage and has been for the past three days!"

Nick chewed his lip. "It's not, Mr Lester. Right now, your car is sitting in Bernie Scripps' garage." Nick stepped to one side to allow Lester to see for himself.

Lester turned to Nick abruptly. "I have nowt ter do wi' this!"

Nick shook his head. "I'm not here to accuse you. I'm here to help. I believe you. Whoever was driving your car must have gotten cold feet because he offloaded the stolen pumpkins onto Greengrass, and if it was you, Greengrass would have recognised you instantly."

Lester scoffed. "I s'ppose he would, having the displeasure of knowin' him 'n' all." Nick chuckled and turned to the empty space where the rover should have been. "What would someone want wi' that many pumpkins anyroad?"

Nick smiled briefly. "Probably to do the same thing that Mr Greengrass did before he found out they were stolen." He looked at Lester. "Sell them. Only he didn't do a very good job of covering his tracks. Leaving a car abandoned at the scene, not hiding his face at all, offloading the goods onto a local…"

Lester clicked his tongue. "Whatever next."

Nick thought for a moment. "Mr Lester, would you lend your rover to anyone?"

Lester looked perplexed before his eyes narrowed. "D'yer really think I'd give owt to anyone? Don't yer think I would say about it after you tellin' me about the car?"

Nick sighed; he always seemed to rub Lester up the wrong way without even meaning to. "I'm sorry, Mr Lester. It's just a question I have to ask in these situations, but if you didn't lend it to anyone, can it be safely assumed it was stolen?"

Lester's face fell. "Aye, sounds likely enough." Lester curled a fist. "Probably by the same beggars who ransacked my patch!" Lester pointed at his neighbour's house. "I'm tellin' yer. It was that old codger!"

Nick grimaced and refrained from making a snarky comment about a pumpkin thief. "I think we can safely assume that the two aren't related because I have another theory about your pumpkins, which I'll run by you in a minute. Now, from the time your patch was stolen, were you asked if you were interested in buying any pumpkins?" Nick watched the realisation dawn on Lester's face. "Mr Lester?" Nick turned to the house next door when Lester's eyes trailed off. "I see," he sighed. "Are you absolutely sure?" Nick turned to the man and hesitated before speaking again, knowing Lester wouldn't like his next words. "You don't seem too fond of your neighbour. This isn't just you trying to pin the blame, is it? Please understand that I only ask this to spare us all a lot of trouble. Of course, if you're serious about the accusation, I'll definitely be going to have words with him, but suppose he just perhaps grew his own pumpkins, and maybe he was looking over your fence to compare yours to his, then when he heard yours were stolen, he offered his for a price." Damn. Nick even surprised himself with his theory because now that he said it, it seemed to make perfect sense, and besides, he had trouble believing that some elderly man was responsible for such an amateur yet reckless act.

Almost immediately, Nick could tell that Lester seemed to ponder the idea, but his eyes told him that the man still didn't believe him entirely. "Even if what yer said turns out ter be true, he still offered ter sell me pumpkins, and if you had waited for me ter finish before pushing your theory…."

Nick bit back his retort; Lester said it like he'd rehearsed the damn thing, and it made Nick feel like the man didn't take him at all seriously. As mundane and childish as this case was, Nick prided himself on still doing a good job despite really wanting to tell Mr Lester to get the hell over his stupid pumpkins and stop being so damn spiteful toward everyone.

Nick took a deep breath and, with a tight-knit smile, said, "I'm sorry, Mr Lester. Was there something else that could help?"

Lester huffed but continued. "As I was saying. When that old neighbour of mine offered to sell me some pumpkins, he said he would have them by noon today. Hadn't even got em yet."

Ah, that made things a little more suspicious and seemed to put a small dent in his theory, causing a small grin to appear on Lester's face, which Nick chose to ignore as he turned toward the neighbouring house. "Thank you, Mr Lester. I'll speak to your neighbour now."

"You do that, Mr Rowan."

Nick smiled briefly and turned toward his bike with an irritated sigh. Usually, people like Lester didn't get under his skin quite this much, but Nick was so damn tired, and it was affecting his patience which annoyed him even more because Nick always saw himself as a rather patient and understanding officer. "I'm starting to sound like the sergeant," he muttered before picking up his radio. Nick then stopped. Was it really necessary to call this in? If the old man was the culprit, it was hardly worth the trouble of sending someone else all the way out here when Nick was positive the man wouldn't be a problem for him; he wasn't exactly a criminal mastermind.

Forgetting the radio, Nick made his way toward the cottage. It was the complete opposite of Lester's. The grass was overgrown, the path uneven, and the cottage itself seemed to be growing its own coat for the upcoming winter. Nick was starting to realise why Lester disliked the old man, but an unkempt home wasn't enough to act hateful toward someone. If the neighbour was old, it could be that he didn't have the energy or means to keep the cottage maintained.

As Nick was about to knock on the door, he caught sight of the slightly open garage door and decided to investigate first. The need for a warrant nagged at his conscience, but if the shutter just happened to be open….? Nick stepped in front and cringed when the door rattled loudly as he pulled it up to head level before raising it above his head to secure the opening.

Nick couldn't believe it.

There, nestled in the garage, was Mr Donald Baker's truck.

Time to pay the old man that visit.

Nick moved to the door and knocked loudly, cursing himself for not asking if Lester knew this man's name, but like hell was he trudging back over there to give Lester another reason to doubt his abilities. Nick knocked again, and when there was no answer, he moved to look through the dirty window, grateful for his gloves. Nick turned his head when the sound of a latch sliding across, followed by the door opening and revealing the owner. He was at least seventy years old and wore high-waisted trousers with a tattered belt and an off-coloured white polo tucked in them. Nick almost smiled because, despite the cottage's appearance, the elderly man still attempted to dress somewhat gentlemanly. There was a slight hunch in his form, but the man seemed balanced and looked capable enough, leaving Nick inwardly questioning the cottage's upkeep. Not important, the constable reminded himself and stepped forward to greet the owner.

"Hello there, I'm PC Rowan. I've come to ask you some questions, Mr…?" The man appeared to study him for a moment before taking a step further out of the house, and it was then that Nick saw a long, heavy-duty hammer in his right hand. "I guess you know why I'm here then…" Nick carefully stepped through the grass but kept some distance between himself and the man. "Let's have a little chat about the truck in your garage, shall we?" Nick eyed the hammer; he really didn't want to have to use any kind of force to snatch that thing from this poor man. What if he had a bloody heart attack? "Can I have your name, sir?"

The man hesitated and stepped backwards. "I meant no harm," he drawled shakily.

Nick wondered if he would try and bolt back into the house. "Whether you meant any harm or not isn't the problem. You threatened a driver and stole his truck."

The old thief sighed heavily. "I just wanted to fit in….I thought if people saw me selling pumpkins, they'd see me as one of them."

Nick knew what it was like to fit into such a close-knit community and was reminded of how the villagers treated Lazlo when he came back home to die; the community was very sceptical of incomers, but this seemed different, and Nick wasn't aware of any malicious behaviour toward any newcomers recently except for the obvious hate from Lester. "Hijacking a truck and selling the contents isn't the right way to do it."

The old man shook his head. "I was desperate…." He let out a small chuckle, but there was no malice behind it. "At least no one'll think of me a pushover."

Nick sighed and stepped forward. "Come on, let's get you to the station. No one's been hurt, so we might be able to work something out. I'll have a colleague bring the car," Nick smiled, "I doubt you'll want me taking you on the bike."

"I'm not coming with you," the man stammered before his face contorted to fear. "Please, I just want to be left alone. I won't do anything like this again…."

Nick smiled ruefully. "I'm sorry, but I can't. I'm afraid you don't have a choice. Look, if you just come with me, we can sort things out."

As Nick stepped forward, the man shook his head frantically. "No!" Nick's eyes widened, and he quickly raised his arm when the hammer came hurdling toward him.

Nick hissed when the hammer's face struck his arm just above the wrist, but was grateful it wasn't the claw end. Before the man could attempt an escape, Nick quickly seized him by the arm and took out his cuffs. "Right, I'm arresting you for the hijacking of Mr Baker's truck and assaulting a police officer, you do not have to say anything, but it may harm your defence if you do not mention when questioned something which you later rely on in court. Anything you do say may be given in evidence." The man put up no resistance when Nick cuffed him and apologised profusely, causing some guilt to form. "Your name, sir."

….

Nick stood leaning against the wall of the interview room, watching the man he brought in and Sergeant Blaketon exchange words.

"So, Mr Fords. Let me get this straight. You threatened a delivery man with a hammer and stole his truck, leaving the driver, and another vehicle that you stole from Mr Lester at the scene of the crime. You later attempted to sell the stolen goods, only you backed out and offloaded the pumpkins to one Claude Jerimiah Greengrass. You then attempted to hide the truck in your garage! The charge of two stolen vehicles, one being hijacked, and, as small as it maybe, the theft of the truck's content," Blaketon leaned forward, his expression one of severity, "you're looking at two years, Mr Fords." When Oscar glanced up at Rowan to receive any input he might have, Nick was frowning and flexing his arm, and not for the first time. "Something wrong wi' your arm, Rowan?"

Nick realised his sergeant spoke and looked up sharply before realising he had yet to inform Blaketon of Ford's latest crime. "Sorry, Sarge." Nick glanced at Fords. "You can add assault to a police officer on the charge sheet. I hoped he would admit it himself." Nick felt bad for Fords, but he wouldn't risk his career by concealing the assault.

Blaketon raised an eyebrow. "Assault?"

Nick saw the disbelieving look in his sergeant's eyes and hoped he wouldn't give him a hard time about allowing such a thing to happen given the man's age, so he quickly elaborated. "A hammer, Sarge. He threw it when I moved to bring him in the first time."

Blaketon glared at Fords but wondered how this desperate-for-acceptance man plucked up the courage to even brandish a hammer threateningly in the first place. "All of this – was it worth throwing whatever you had away for people who may or may not have accepted you?" Oscar's expression softened slightly. "Do you think they'll accept you now?"

Suddenly, Ford's face contorted, and tears fell as he slowly shook his head. "No…." He shuddered with emotion, and Nick exchanged a solemn glance with his sergeant. "I'm so ashamed, and I'm deeply sorry."

Oscar stood up and called for Alf Ventress. He stepped toward Nick as his older officer came in to collect Fords and take him to a cell. "He'll be released on bail tomorrow before giving his final statement at the magistrates," he told Nick when the other two left. Blaketon looked at him. "As for you, Rowan, best you get that arm looked at."

Nick sighed. "I don't think it's anything to worry about, Sarge," he tried to argue.

Blaketon furrowed his brow. "Let me rephrase that. Get that arm seen to!"

Nick nodded at the now-made order. "Yes, Sarge." He left the interview room and walked into the duty office where Phil and a returned Alf were talking. They halted their discussion and looked at Nick, who gave them an irritable glance before reaching for his greatcoat and helmet. "Don't stop on my account," he grumbled to them without really knowing if their discussion was about him. Nick sighed and turned to them with a brief smile. "I'm sorry. I didn't mean it the way it sounded."

Phil shrugged with a smile. "No harm done, mate. Heard you caught the truck thief, though, well done. Bet Blaketon's pleased, and so will the driver I imagine."

Nick didn't share their enthusiasm. "Yeah, but I don't feel that great about it."

Phil regarded him sympathetically. "It's a hard one, is that. Still, can't be helped sometimes. We don't always have ter like it."

Alf took a drag from his cigarette. "Any luck wi' the culprits who took Mr Lester's pumpkin patch and graffitied his fence?"

Nick shook his head. "No, but evidence points to kids, probably young teens. I asked Mr Lester if he had been asked for sweets recently, to which he replied with some colorful language about kids trespassing and that he warned them off." Nick tried to hide his amusement. "Trick or treat." Despite seeing the funny side, Nick still wanted to catch them in case they decided to hit other houses, and who knows what they'd do next. "I'm heading to the hardware store to ask if any kids have purchased spray paint recently, and if they have, I'd be willing to bet it's the same kids who stole eggs from the grocery."

Phil stepped forward. "Nick, I can do that if yer like. You stay here and rest for a bit."

Nick smiled. "Nah, it's alright. Thanks Phil, but Blaketon's still on the warpath and I'd rather get this sorted myself so that I can at least stop all these little crimes that keep happening on my patch and get him off my back for a while. I know it sounds stupid, but I guess I'm just as eager to get things back to normal."

The two other officers nodded in understanding, and before Nick left the duty room, Alf called him back. "Before yer go, Nick, just take a last look at the roster ter see if there's errors, will yer?"

Nick looked at them suspiciously but took the sheet from Alf, missing their exchange of knowing smiles. "Hold on," Nick mentioned after a while.

Alf looked at him innocently. "Found summat?"

Nick pointed at the sheet. "I thought you said I was on duty tomorrow night from six till twelve, but this says I'm on an early and then don't start until the following morning." When he looked at his colleagues for an answer, they smiled.

"We saw how bummed you were about upsetting Kate cause yer couldn't take her ter the fete and that," Phil explained, "so me and Alf juggled some things for yer. It's the least we could do for all the times you covered for us and the like."

Nick didn't know what to say. A grateful smile appeared on his face as he returned the roster. "Thank you. I know I said I wasn't bothered, but I really appreciate that."

"Think nothing of it mate," Phil told him with a grin.

….

Nick reached the police house by seven in the evening. He trudged up to the door, completely exhausted and thanked god he was home. All Nick wanted to do was eat, have Kate lovingly treat his injury like she always did, soak in the bath, and sleep, hopefully without any disruptions. He couldn't take another disturbed night, or else he'd probably collapse from over-exertion.

"Hi, love," he greeted tiredly and shut the door before hanging up his coat and helmet. When he didn't find Kate in the kitchen, he moved to search in the sitting room to find her half-laying on the sofa with a tea in her hand. "Hey, I was calling for you." She looked at him and smiled, but Nick noticed the force behind it. "Did you have a good time with Gina at the fete?"

Kate nodded and stood. "We had a nice time." She smiled at him and moved to walk past. "Sorry, you're probably hungry. I'll fix you something."

Nick frowned and lightly grabbed Kate's hand to stop her. "Hey, are you alright?"

Kate looked back at him, still smiling. "Of course I am, love. I'm sorry." She realised her distance and stepped closer to kiss him. "How was your day? You look so exhausted."

Nick smiled and wrapped his arms around her. "Better now," he grinned and returned her kiss. "And I'll be fine when I finally get some sleep." He followed her into the kitchen, where she made him sit down and forgot all about his arm as he watched her make dinner.

…..

Nick emerged from the bathroom wrapped in a towel, fully relaxed after soaking in the bath. She turned to him as she finished fitting the bed with fresh new sheets, causing him to smile. There was nothing better than getting into new bed covers after a nice bath. "You spoil me, Doctor Rowan," he joked and reached his side of the bed. She smiled, but that quickly faltered, and she hastily moved toward him.

"Nick, what happened?" She carefully reached for his arm, and he winced but more because he'd forgotten to mention it.

"Yeah, sorry. I forgot all about it when I got home. It doesn't hurt too much. It's just a bit tender. The soak in the bath helped actually." Nick's arm had a large black-blue bruise down from his wrist to his forearm along the side. He flexed his hand and moved his arm in a circle for Kate's reassurance. "See? I'm alright."

Kate ran her fingers over the swelling bruise, pressing lightly along the bone. "You should have had an x-ray on this."

Nick huffed a laugh and took her hand to remove it from his arm before kissing her deeply. "Don't worry, love. I worked the rest of the day and had no problems. Like I said, it's a bit tender, but the bath helped." Kate looked at him unconvinced, and he snaked his arms around her. "I know what will cheer you up." He kissed her forehead. "The lads at the station had shuffled the roster around so that I could take you to the fete tomorrow night." Kate looked up at him; she was thrilled to spend time with him but had mixed feelings, and Nick sensed her turmoil. "You do still wanna go, don't you?"

Kate smiled. "Of course I do. Sounds wonderful. I guess I owe Phil and Alf a drink."

Just as Nick was about to kiss her again, they both looked down. Kate laughed, and Nick inclined his head before hiding his embarrassment against her shoulder. "Guess I didn't tighten that very well," he muttered with a short laugh.

Kate kissed him slowly with sudden half-lidden eyes. "Just as well," she told him softly, and he smiled lovingly at her, his eyes sparkling passionately as he kissed her deeply before lowering them over the bed.

…

Nick could barely open his eyes when the sound of the phone rang through the house. "I don't believe this," he muttered quietly and rose slowly from the bed, rubbing a hand tiredly over his face before reaching for his robe on the door and hastily jogging down to the phone. "Aidensfield police," he croaked and cleared his throat. "Hello?" Nick closed his eyes when Mrs Higgins' voice spoke anxiously. "Mrs Higgins, I really think you're just – no, calm down and take a moment. I think you're just feeling paranoid. Just make sure the house is locked up, and I'll come see you in-." Nick tensed and became fully alert when he heard something smash. "Mrs Higgins? Are you alright?" When he didn't get a reply, he hung up and rushed up the stairs.

Nick flicked the light on, much to Kate's protest, and quickly pulled his work trousers on before grabbing his shirt. "Kate?" he called hesitantly and moved across the bed to shake his wife's shoulder. "Kate, love."

Kate turned and looked up, squinting at him. "What's the matter?"

Nick felt bad for disturbing her, but he was deeply worried. "Mrs Higgins," he replied gravely.

Kate turned over with a groan. "Oh, Nick, not again. You can't keep going over there."

Nick finished buttoning his shirt, tucking it into his trousers. "Kate, I heard something smash and when I asked if she was alright, she didn't reply. I think it's serious this time."

Hearing this, Kate sat up with concern. "Oh no."

Nick nodded solemnly. "I might need your help, will you come with me?"

Kate was already out of bed. "Of course."

….

Nick and Kate exited the MG and rushed toward the house. Nick stopped Kate from going further. "Wait here. Let me check first." She looked worriedly at him and chewed her lip, overcome with nagging concern. "Nick," she quietly called before grabbing his hand.

Nick looked back quizzically at her; he didn't have time for this but refrained from voicing it when he saw how frightened she looked. "It's alright. Wait in the car, okay?"

Kate tightened her grip. "No," she said determinedly, and it was then that Nick realised she was worried for him, not herself. Of course, that was Kate all over, worrying about others and never for her own safety.

"I'll be fine, Kate. Wait here." Nick left his wife and cautiously made his way toward the front door. There was no sign of forced entry, and the door appeared locked. Nick frowned and knocked. When he didn't get a response, he knocked louder and crouched to open the letter box. "Kate," he called in a whisper. Kate jogged over to him, and he gestured for her to look through the letter box.

"Poor thing," she remarked when she spotted Mrs Higgins sitting on the bottom step, holding onto the bannister, clearly shaken up. "Mrs Higgins," she called through the gap. "Mrs Higgins, it's Kate Rowan, and I've got PC Rowan with me. Are you able to open the door? I wanna make sure you're alright."

Kate straightened and nodded to Nick when she saw Ethal move toward the door. The door opened, and Ethal almost threw herself into Kate's arms. Kate looked at Nick worriedly as she soothed the frightened woman. "It's alright now."

Nick and Kate led the woman back inside, and he shut the door. "Kate, I'm gonna check around."

Kate nodded as she rubbed Ethal's back. "Be careful."

Nick smiled and began to search the house.

Kate sat down with Ethal on the stairs. "I'm sorry for causing such trouble."

Kate wrapped an arm around the older woman. "Don't be silly. Something must have happened to frighten you this much. You don't have to apologise."

Nick finished checking upstairs and headed through the sitting room into the kitchen, frowning at the broken mug on the floor, deducing the smash he had heard earlier, and as he looked up, he saw the back door slightly open.

Slowly, Nick stepped forward, clicked on his torch and reached for the handle. When he pulled open the door, he almost jumped as the light from his torch shone on a hanging doll-like clown grinning with eyes wide at him. Nick shook his head and relaxed before stepping through the door to check the garden. He moved toward the fence surrounding the garden and sighed in frustration when his torch shone across the red letters sprayed over the fence: Trick or Treat. "Bloody kids," he cursed and checked the garden one last time before heading back to the house. It was easy to get into the garden since the fence was low enough to jump. Nick ripped the hanging clown from the nail and half-slammed the door before locking it.

Kate and Ethal looked up when Nick returned to them. Kate covered her mouth and pointed at the item in his hand. "What on earth is that?"

Nick held up the clown. "Found it hanging outside the back door." He looked softly at Ethal. "No wonder you were so frightened." He knelt beside her with a smile. "I'm sorry if I sounded like I didn't believe you on the phone." Ethal smiled kindly at him. "I'll find out who's doing this, I promise. A similar thing happened to Mr Lester, so at least we know you're not a single target."

Ethal seemed to have calmed down when she heard this and reached up to cup and tap his cheek lightly. "You're such a good officer, Mr Rowan. I don't know what I ever did before you arrived a few years ago." Nick and Kate smiled at each other. "Oh, if I was forty years younger," she joked.

Nick laughed and stood up.

"Hey now," Kate warned amusedly, "That's my husband, remember."

Ethal chuckled as Kate helped her to stand. "You've got a good man there, I hope you know that."

Kate smiled and looked at Nick fondly. "I do."

Nick huffed a laugh, somewhat embarrassed by their fawning, and laid a gentle hand on Ethal's shoulder. "I don't think they'll be back tonight," he reassured her. When Ethal nodded nervously, Nick looked at Kate with a brief smile, knowing she wasn't going to like what came next. "But let's have a cuppa before we set off to make sure, ay?"

Kate shook her head disapprovingly but couldn't come up with a plausible argument. She looked at him sternly but eventually smiled when he mouthed 'sorry.'

…

Nick and Kate returned to the police house, and Kate yawned as she headed for the stairs. Nick looked at the clock in the hallway before following after her, muttering, "I've gotta be at work in two hours."

Nick instantly regretted staying for that tea since that one had turned into three. Note to self: do not tell Phil and Alf that part. Nick felt glad that Kate could start later in the day so at least one of them could get some proper rest.

Nick frowned as he watched Kate get changed for bed. "Are you sure you're alright?" He was starting to worry. "What was that back at the house? I've not seen you like that before, and when you saw my arm…."

Kate huffed and looked at him sharply. "Aren't I allowed to care anymore?"

Nick raised an eyebrow, surprised but her sudden defensive tone. "Kate, of course you are." Nick moved to stand next to her and reached up to grasp her arms lightly. "You know what I meant. What's wrong? Something's up, Kate. You've been like this since you came back from the fete with Gina. You did have a good time, didn't you?"

Kate chewed her lip before smiling up at him. "We had a great time, Nick."

Nick tilted his head to recapture Kate's attention when her eyes strayed from him. "But?"

Kate shook her head and huffed a laugh. "Don't worry, it's stupid." Nick stopped her from ducking away. "Nick, you've got to get some sleep."

He shook his head. "Not until you tell me."

Kate sighed and sat on the bed, prompting Nick to sit next to her. "Promise not to laugh?"

Nick raised his hand to stroke her cheek. "Why would I do that? Whatever it is obviously has you worried about something, and it's to do with the fete."

Kate looked away and fumbled with her hands. "Before we came away, Gina spotted a mystic-looking tent. It was occupied by someone who tells fortunes, and I know what you're going to say, so don't start."

Nick chuckled. "I wasn't gonna say anything."

Kate refused to look at him while she spoke because it sounded so absurd to her. "Gina didn't want to go alone, so I went with her. Figured it would be a laugh to see what rubbish the woman come up with. Nick, I know it's nonsense, but – the things she said – the things she knew….I don't know whether she'd been here before, but Nick, she frightened me, and I'm annoyed that I let her get to me."

Nick hated to see Kate so distressed; what the hell did this woman tell her? "What did she say, Kate?"

Kate looked up at him, and Nick saw the anguish in her eyes. "She told me you were going to die."

Nick sighed with a slight smile. "We're all gonna die one day."

Kate frowned and shook her head. "No, Nick. The way she spoke – like it would happen soon. She told me I was going to lose you."