We’re about to land.

Marie scrambled to her feet, drawing the red-soaked blanket over Logan’s lower body and his stiff, filthy coat around herself.

Hey now, calm down. I told you they’re my friends. They’ll take care of us. I’ll be with you the whole time, ‘til the real me wakes up. Stay with me, baby.

She tried to slow her breathing, to still the frenzy she felt overtaking her mind. “Logan, can I—?”

Yeah. You don’t have to ask. Go on.

Marie curled up against his body, taking in the sound of his breathing, the feel of his skin, the smell of him, faint but still there under all the blood. A warm feeling settled over her, and her thoughts calmed.

Hard to believe that’s me, makin’ you feel like that. That’s it, darlin’. You just hold onto me. Stay with me. When they get here, you’re gonna talk to’em and tell’em what happened.

Marie hid her face against his chest, fighting back tears, “I dunno if I can.”

It’s not a choice, honey. You have to.

“It’s not fair, Logan. I’m so tired. I just wanna forget. I wanna forget everything.”

I can’t take it away. But I’ll help you get through it.

“Thanks.”

Don’t thank me. Just stay with me, Marie. Stay with me.