"Again it's all about him. It's not for a lack of caring but the opposite. I care too much, and that is why I can't stay." She told Fizz, looking back over to the corner where the beeps came from. "Tell them to hurry him back to base, I don't want to stick around here much longer. All I need is a hand gun, a knife and a change of clothes. Other than that, I do believe that I am set. And reason, Fizz, was out of the question the moment I saw my sister's file at the office." She added, sitting back down on the bed that she had awoken on. Her sigh was heavy, thick with feelings and thoughts that she refused to share with words.