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</div>"What the hell is an Aussie doing in Alabama?"  As soon as Nena asked the question, she waved it away, realizing it was irrelevant.  "Never mind.  I don't want to know."<br/><br/>"So let me get this straight.  First you accuse the people of Havenshire of having something to do with you're girlfriend's death.  Now you want to go back and apologize, telling them you were wrong. And then tell them "Ooh, by the way, there's an army of the undead gathering to attack you?"  What are the chances they'll believe you?"<br/><br/>Nena couldn't deny some amusement as the big lug tried to explain his situation.  But looking down into the quarry, she knew this wasn't a laughing matter.<br/><br/>"Do you know how to drive a motorcycle?" she asked, abruptly.  She didn't trust him enough to have him behind her on the bike.  But if she was behind him with her gun on her hip, that was a different matter.   And she knew the way to Havenshire better than anyone.