Pete nodded because he understood the feeling. How many times had he wanted to run back there? He'd known where it was. Even now he could retrace the exact steps it would take to get back there. He drew in a deep breath then let it out.

"Porsche tried to get me to tell him where I'd been and what happened to me. I was even sitting in a bathtub and he kept asking. But I couldn't do it." His hand stops the patterns just rests on his back. "I actually made myself noodles and I couldn't even eat it. I just cried."

He looked right at him now. "I was so ready to shoot you. But I couldn't do it."