Greg can feel that emptiness, the sucking hole she ripped in Steven's soul, so dark no light can brighten it. It echoes Tiger's words at Greg, loud and despairing and finite.

He can feel the emptiness, and if he's not careful, it will pull him in as well.

"I don't believe you."

Slowly, carefully, Greg gets out of his can. His joints ache with the movement, but he stands. He reaches for the glass, to wipe some of the grime away.

"I promised you, a long time ago. I'm not leaving until you're somewhere safe."