Dean continued staring past “Kenzi” as she explained herself.  He wanted to shake his head, and tell her that he didn’t believe it was possible but then he thought about how much of a blabber mouth Bobby could be when he was drinking…which was pretty much always.

He furrowed his brow and reached back into the cooler, pulling out a bottle of bourbon and two chilled glasses.  He unscrewed the top, pouring them both drinks.

“I-um…no you’re not wrong.”, he didn’t know if he believed her.  There was a gut feeling he couldn’t ignore, but he was so emotionally drained from everything, that he chose to simply have a drink, “I wanna save her.  Hell, I would go out there today on a bread crumb and fight the damn thing that took her, if it would do any good.  But none of it ever turns out right.  It’s always a losing battle.  So, I drink.  I find something pretty to latch onto.  I punch things.  And I move onto the next bread crumb because that’s all I can do.”

He stopped and drank his entire glass in one gulp, “And maybe one day….I’ll save her.”

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Anna reached up and tucked his growing hair behind his ear, a manipulation tactic she has learned over time, “I have a first aid kit, a gun, plenty of money…we have plenty of time to get away.  Who knows where you could go if you just didn’t have all of this to weigh you down.”

She continued explaining, her hand not leaving his cheek as she finished, “I know we just met, but I’m taking meeting you…and you getting it as a sign.  This is our sign.  My mom will be back in an hour or so.  I’m planning to run, no matter what, but I want you to come with me…”

She leaned up and kissed his cheek, her eyes darting toward the window to make sure they weren’t being followed/watched.