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in a cell

... well.

This sucks.

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...Don? Is it you?

Nora?

*wan smile*

I'm happy to see you, but I have to admit, I'm less than happy to be seen here.

Why are you... This isn't jail. I have to get you out.

No ... you have to go. It's very dangerous. They'll be back anytime, my love.

I won't leave you! They'll have to lock us in together!

And then we're both as good as dead. No ... it's better that you get away. I'll find some way out,. don't worry.

I can't leave you. I can't live without you.

Then find a way to get me out. But don't stay here ... there's no teling what they'd do to you.

I don't want to leave you again. This is my fault and I will do whatever it takes to get you out.

Can't blame yourself, my love.

I *will* make it so you are free again... Did they tell you why you're here? Do you know anything?

*chuckles* Something about knowing too much. Which is probably true.

I haven't heard from them since you were gone.

Then they underestimate you already.

...Were they after you to begin with?

Well ... not after me. I was helping them with something. But, ummm ... they were getting greedy. I was trying to get out, but it didn't work out that way.

... Why didn't you tell me?

*ironic smile*

Well, I didn't want you to worry. And I was getting out anyway ...

I... should have told you what was happening to me, so I have no room to be upset.

I will get you out of here, Donny.

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