Bobby frowned into the distance. "Yeah, I..." He broke off with a sad little chuckle, shaking his head. "I don't know how to feel about it," he said as he faced her, expression troubled. "I mean, everyone's okay, and we're safe... but...I can't shake this feeling, like we've done something wrong."

He sighed and rubbed his hands over his face. "I feel like I did after Alcatraz," he told her, knowing that she understood, because back then, she had been his confidante and he had been hers. "All this guilt. Even though I didn't do anything... I still feel guilty."