[Her mouth opens, like she might argue. But he's right, she doesn't need to prove anything to him. Her jaw clamps shut as she nods, and as soon as he kisses her one last time she's left smiling and easygoing.

She does a last run through the room, to make sure all of their things are with them. Now that she's sure they have everything, she hurries on ahead to open the door so he can head out.

As he passes her by, she steals his cigarette, and smokes it for him while they walk down the hall until they get outside and to his bike. It's there that she hands it back to him, and she laughs at the remnants of strawberry flavored pink lip gloss that are left on the cigarette.]

You know, I'm feeling a little nervous right now. We don't know how things will be for us at the end of the day. You could be alive again in just a few hours.

[It's a bittersweet thing to think about, but she knows that he deserves a second chance to live his life. His friends and family are all waiting for him back home.]

I know it's stupid to get our hopes up, but I'm really hoping we can find a way to save you.