Nick would love to be Kitt the car. Or even just a car right now. The complexity and yet the simpleness of it...would be refreshing. But that would be running. And he can't run anymore.

He looks up to Kitt.

"No, I...I just. I...she left. And Meg lost the duel and then I...I hurt Alex because he had to know and then I tasted him and I knew and then I spoke to him and LaCroix was here and he told me he wanted me to be me but I don't know how to anymore. I just..."

He shakes his head.

"No...I...I don't want to burden you, Kitt...especially if you just went through trouble of your own. I...am so sorry that I wasn't around to help, to...to give you someone to speak to."