Kate watches him as he leaves, a million words on her tongue, but none on her breath. She doesn't feel... right. About any of this.

She wants to yell after him to be safe, to watch his back and keep his eyes open. She wants to tell him just how sorry she is for everything she's done, and how much she wants to take it all back. But all she does, is watch him leave.




After a moment, with the weight of the silence in the room suffocating her, she pivots on her heels and looks at Doc. There's a lot of sadness there, but her frustration is still burning bright.

"'We'll deal with that when we get to it'?"

She scoffs, shaking her head as she moves toward the bathroom.