“I know what you’re going through.” Dale grabbed her hand and squeezed it tightly. “I felt the same way the first time I saw them.” That sight would be etched in his mind for the rest of his life. He still wondered if he should have just run the other way—would they have chased him, or would they have left him alone? “I had a month to get ready, and I just kept doubting anyway. You’re hungry, you’re hurt, and you’re in a strange place. You’re on medications that make things seem odd—odder than they are. I can help; we can get through this together. Why don’t I see about getting us some dinner? Or maybe we’ll have the doctor get a look at your hand. It’s probably time for your, uh, treatment. Then you can have a nice sleep, and things will make a lot more sense in the morning.”