"Ok, ok, do you know where I left off in the the story of Saint Christopher?", asks Fausto as he holds Rachel's hand while walking in between the dark alleyways and streets. Even though Rachel got something that she ultimately wanted: affection from Fausto; something still isn't quite right about the situation as a whole. The cloud of negativity still floats above her head and begins to strangle her as if an invisible collar is binding her to Fausto. His warm hand, even at a point, starts to feel cold, unhuman in a sense, if at any time he so chooses, he can unveil a set of claws. This sweet little moment of romance was lost; something that Rachel wished for over and over, alongside Fausto in the hospital, became something that she wanted to quickly end just to get away from the feeling.