The assailant throws in the wood debris to stoke the fire. The sun has long been set. Him and Debra have hardly communicated since they stopped for the night. And they haven’t done it with words. Only expressions. Debra wants to break the multiple hour silence but doesn’t know how to. The only thing she wants to speak about is why they are running and Ava, and she knows he will not want to speak about either of those. “It was a girl,” he suddenly says. “She reminded me of Ava. SHe was my target. And I couldn’t pull the trigger.” This was a very reasonable answer from him. It was all Debra wanted to hear. She moves to sit next to the assailant. She hugs him and kisses him softly on the cheek. “She’s still here with us. You can’t feel her, but she can see us. That’s all that matters,” she tells him to comfort him. They watch the night sky and the beautiful glowing stars it is filled with, as Debra lays on his shoulder and slowly nods off.