My last words to Abraham were "Take your men, kill a few bastards and make your way back to New York" and I know it sounded easy to accomplish but it wasn't. It was us ─ the normal citizens of the united states against the secret services back up by the white house.
I tried not to think about the cross when I went to see Diana. She was asleep and Elizabeth warned me that she was impulsive and still healing. "She was five month pregnant. The baby was fully developed and she… held him before the doctors took him for burial. He was like a little lizard" Elizabeth finished and patted my shoulder. Then she left us all alone.
Even though the room was warm because of the heaters, I suddenly felt cold. The coldness was because I was scared, and the fear came from having to face Diana after we had just lost our baby.