<em>"You are the only person we know Conal O'Neill."</em><br/><br/>Conal exhaled a long breath, looking from one woman to the other. He tried to keep his face calm, but his thoughts were racing.<br/><br/><em>No. Nonononono, no! Do not even think this.<br/><br/>You heard her. She doesn't know how they got here. Or how to get back. And they don't know anyone, which means all they have is the clothes on their back, and by the time this rain lets up they may be lucky to have that.<br/><br/>For all you know they could be insane criminals.<br/><br/>Maybe, but I don't get that feel off them. She said they were, what, political prisoners, hostages, something like that?<br/><br/>Yeah, shes said that. Doesn't mean it's true.<br/><br/>Doesn't mean it isn't either.<br/><br/>You're crazy, you know that. The dark one was ready to push that staff through your throat two minutes ago, and now you want to take them home?<br/><br/>If I don't they're going to end up in worse straights than they are now.<br/><br/>You're nuts.<br/><br/>Yep.<br/><br/>Fine, but if they kill you, the last thing you ever hear will be I told you so.</em><br/><br/>He looked up into the sky, at the fast approaching clouds, feeling the first drops of rain splash against his cheeks, and exhaled again, turning to face the two women and rising.<br/><br/>"Ok, let's go. My car is down this way." He gestured towards where the carpark was, now that the mist was starting thin, and he could place landmarks again. "I can't offer you much, but I can at least give you a place to stay, and a chance to get a hot meal into you while you think about what you want to do next."<br/><br/>He started to turn, and then turned back towards Aisling. "Assuming, that is, that you want to come with me." He looked up into the darkening sky. "I think it's likely to be the best offer you'll get tonight."