Running, and running the girl went toward him. Coming to a stop as she felt his arms wrap around her, her head rested on him as she held him too. Crying. Even if his grip was weak the girl still wanted it. Needed it. He was a comfort, she wanted him to be alright. No words came from her as she listened and looked up to him, "Matthew... You tried - you tried really hard." She smiled weakly and looked away to the beach, "I made this place... it was the only place I knew you would be drawn to if I pulled you out of the darkness. I used my psychic powers to bring you here... cause I got scared." she then burst into tears and hugged him more, "I don't want to loose you Matt. When I saw you hurt... It made me hurt to know some man would do this to you. You to me are a good person. I don't understand how someone could hurt you." She cried and held him, as if he'd leave her if she didn't. Lifting her head she whimpered, "I know you don't want to be here but you slipped into darkness - I... I-I-I... had no choice but to bring your consciousness here..." she lowered her head, "You will never be called weak by me... deep down... I saw a strong soul... you are strong Matt... I see it when you are with me..."