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Kim opens her eyes. It's dark out. There's almost no light in the room but she knows that Chase is lying next to her, still asleep, still alive. Nita came by last night too, at least she was able to reassure Nita that she was okay, or would be okay. Kim thinks that's close to the truth, even if her eyes are bloodshot and her throat feels like she swallowed knives.

Kim knows there's something she's forgetting, something that was supposed to happen last night and didn't, but it's just beyond her grasp. She doesn't remember all that much about yesterday but does remember her dad promising that he'd be back to check on her, for her to check on him. Now she remembers, he never came back.

"Dad," she whispers. He promised he would come back and he didn't. She shuts her eyes tightly and tries not to see the blood. No, unlike Tony she's not going to be too late. She's going to stop him. Before the gunshot, before she's holding his hand to her face and telling him she's sorry.

She gets out of bed, careful not to wake Chase, because he would ask where she was going and she would tell him and he wouldn't believe her so he'd let her dad die. And she didn't want to blame him for that, to only be able to look at him and see her failure. So she's going alone.

Kim slips out of her room. She's wearing sweatpants and a sweatshirt and socks. She pads down the hall to her dad's door.