Elliot pulled away from his head and out of his arms. She sat up on the bed and ran her hand through her messy hair. She looked at him, "But you can't ensure that!" She climbed out of the bed and started to pace, "You've almost died on me three times since I've got back.... Four if you count when we... were on the roof."

She shook her head, "We can plan on getting out of this but... that doesn't mean we will..."