Anna was concerned about something. Something Goose had said had upset her. Instead of saying anything, he sat still and remained quiet. Anything he did or said might tip the scales against him and that was the last thing he wanted. He knew exactly how he could do all the things he did. He would have done anything to get out and get back to Anna. Finally, Anna made a decision. His heart dropped at hearing it. However, he was not his father. With a heavy heart, he stood up and began getting dressed.<br/><br/>"No, you are free to go. I wish you wouldn't though," he told her sadly. "To think that I did some very vile things so I could survive, get out, and save you, only to have you reject me for what I did. Irony is king today, it seems. The room down the hall to the right has several dressers. Pick out as many outfits as you wish that fit you and I'll escort you home. I doubt Father will be happy to see you."<br/><br/>He was screwing up left and right, Goose realized. Never had he let so much slip in such a short time. Well, if she was leaving then it didn't matter, did it?