I was coming to get you. And I was already worried. [She shakes her head.] No, that's a lie. I was scared. That you were dead, that you were pretending to be dead, that you were being tortured, that you'd felt I had boxed you i nor something. And that you needed to be away from me. A million scenarios and I kept trying to find you. Then I stopped trying because you must not have wanted me to find you. Then I didn't care if that was the case, then I did...

[She throws her hands up and lets out a relieved sigh, offering him a reassuring smile.] You get under my skin, you know. But this isn't about me. Do you want me to take you home?