Epilogue

HE hurt. Hurt bad.

Burns, for sure. All over.

Broken arm.

Broken leg.

Make that two broken legs.

But somehow he'd managed to survive that explosion, that fall.

He was too weak to cry out. But that was okay. He heard soldiers sifting through the rubble.

They'd find him soon.

Until then, he had good company to kill some time with.

The best company a man could have.

He set Alice on his chest, and wondered how long it would be before they found him.

But he could be patient.

He could wait a little longer.

Not a problem.

THE END