"We get in, we get out," Claire says. "I need to be getting home." Ben loads his gun and doesn't say anything, but while she's packing he spreads out the newspaper and leaves it planted on her bed, obituaries and articles circled in red, one more step on a road they both know there's no escaping.
When he comes out of the bathroom, she's bent over it, her face a study in anger and indecision.
"Wichita's on the way," she says finally, not looking up. "I've got time for one more ghost."
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Um. dang iiiit.
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"We get in, we get out," Claire says. "I need to be getting home." Ben loads his gun and doesn't say anything, but while she's packing he spreads out the newspaper and leaves it planted on her bed, obituaries and articles circled in red, one more step on a road they both know there's no escaping.
When he comes out of the bathroom, she's bent over it, her face a study in anger and indecision.
"Wichita's on the way," she says finally, not looking up. "I've got time for one more ghost."
They'll always have time to save one more life.