"I will," he promises. In fact, when he sees Karen again he's just might throw his arms around her if she doesn't do it to him first.

He tries to stand on his own, but if it wasn't for Matt he would've stumbled and fallen. His feet feel like lead weights, but he leans against Matt, gritting his teeth against the pain and making them move.

He just want out of here. He drags his feet one step in front of another until they make it to the door and he sees his primary captor slumped against the wall. The concentration drains from his face and is replaced with uncertainty as he stares at the man. "Is he dead?"