he just had to prove to himself that there wasnt a woman , an empty glass or any chocolates there . he presses them down on the cushion on either side of my head , trapping them in his grip . im just glad it wasnt me who had to pull . its not like im a big city girl or something . he has to then kill his way through the city and try to find clues on how to get back to his time . if you were sorry you 'd let me go . '' 