"Daisy at your service, kind sir," she replied saucily. I chuckled, as I watched them banter. I could see the tightening around her eyes. She really wanted to get loose and get to know him, but she reeled herself in when he came on too strong. It was almost heartbreaking to watch. I wondered if someone had ever thought that Anthony and I were that way.

Rob probably had.

When Ethan was done trying to take her back home or at least get her number, he let out an exasperated sigh and then turned to me.

"Give her my number, please. Maybe she will change her mind." He gave me a meaningful look before saying, "we have to prepare for tomorrow." I nodded and then shooed him away.

"I'm sorry," I told her. She nodded, clearly understanding what I was hinting at.

"I'm happy for you... just don't fall into a trap, okay? I've worked too d.a.m.n hard to let you die in the end. Find a way to hang on."

"Change the pa.s.sword, Daisy. Tell me how it works." She gulped as she looked down at my extended hand.

"What will your pa.s.sword be?"

"It would be something that I would want to say or remember before I die. Like a token that made me help exist," I reasoned, philosophically. She stared at me for a moment before shrugging. "I know," I smiled.

She grabbed my hand and then started tampering with my watch.

"Pa.s.sword?"

"One. One. Four. Two. Zero. One. Five. One. Four. Two. Five." She frowned before feeding it in.

"Will you remember it?" I nodded.

"I have a pretty good memory. I don't forget things; it makes it easier to hold grudges, you know," I tried to joke, lamely.

"If I may ask... what does it signify?" I raised a brow at her.

"None of your business," I tell her. "Now, you better get going before they find out and shoot you for being a traitor."

"Believe me, Mia. I am not the worst they have seen."

"I sure hope not," I mumble under my breath as I see her walking away.

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