[ Eddie feels like his insides are tying themselves in knots as she grips his hand tighter, leans against him. Less than twenty-four hours ago he was surprised Chrissy even remembered who he was, and now he's trying to wrap his head around the fact that she feels safer around him than her own family. Her own boyfriend. ]

You're not crazy, Chrissy. And -- we're going to figure a way out of this. A way to get him away from you.

[ How? He has no idea. Is he of any use to the cause? Possibly. Sort of? The thought that he might not be able to save her the next time keeps creeping back into his mind. What if Chrissy puts all this trust in him only for him to screw it up when she needs him the most? ]

Me? They think I could do that? [ He'd laugh if it weren't so terrifying. ]

Uh - we? Am I just supposed to walk out of here with you? I-I don't even know where we'd go. They'd obviously find us at my place. And you're still hurt, Chrissy.

[ Maybe they could stay in the van, but that's also an easy target. Not exactly easy to hide. Still, that doesn't mean she's going to be able to just waltz out of here unnoticed. He swallows at the lump in his throat, trying to think. ]

I might know a guy. But it's a definite maybe.