<div class="floatleft">(http://images6.fanpop.com/image/photos/38100000/Kat-Dennings-kat-dennings-38199662-500-281.gif)</div>Karina wasn't sure what to expect. Well, that's not entirely true. She expected him to come after her; strangle her again, or even grab the knife from her and use it against her. She knew he was programmed to eliminate the specific target - her.<br/><br/><em>"How did the programming break?"</em>That wasn't what she was expecting. He seemed...confused and dazed. So much different than what she was used to seeing. Though, it was similar to how she had seen him a few days ago. Still, it was strange seeing him look so lost and purposeless.<em>"Did you do something?"</em><br/><br/>"...I -"<br/><br/><em>"Nevermind, it doesn't matter... They're expecting you dead, we need to move."</em>He interrupted her, struggling to stand on his own. Karina went to step forward to help him, but couldn't get her feet to move. She wasn't sure what had just happened. Had she really done something to break him free? How was that even possible? She was starting to feel her head throb from all the emotions that were overwhelming her. She couldn't even tell which ones were hers anymore.<br/><br/><em>"You have a car, right? They aren't gonna let either of us go, we need to get out of here and recover... Figure out a next move."</em>James said, holding himself up against the wall. Karina swallowed, trying to find her voice. Her hands fell to her sides, though she was still tightly clutching the knife. The pain in her hand just a dull ache now.<br/><br/><em>"Karina!"</em>His voice was sharp, and had a sense of urgency to it. Karina jumped, but it was the start she needed to finally find her voice again.<br/><br/>"I...yes." She was flustered, and her heart was still hammering in her chest. This wasn't a trick, was it? It couldn't be. They couldn't program him to do that...right? Regardless, she wasn't going to pass up the opportunity to have him on her side.<br/><br/>"The keys...are by the door." She pointed in the direction of the door. Her hands were still shaking a little. She didn't know if she was in any state to drive, she didn't even know where they were going. But, James didn't look like he would fare any better.<br/><br/>"Are you...? ...How?"