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Kim walks downstairs. She looks a little pale but at least she managed to sleep last night. Still, she needs coffee.

She orders the coffee and tries to decide what she might want to eat.

The coffee appears and with it is an envelope.

Kim's confused and doesn't recognize the handwriting. She opens the envelope and finds a letter.

She reads the first paragraph, not sure who this is from and then the truth becomes increasingly clear.

You just don’t need someone like me in your life. I’m sorry. I'm unBound. I'm going home. By the time you read this letter I will have committed suicide. Tony.

"No," she whispers. Just like her dreams, like what she couldn't stop and it was all her fault and if she wasn't there he'd still be alive and she couldn't stop him, couldn't stop it, couldn't stop it, couldn't stop it...

Her eyes widen and her skin feels like she just jumped into a frozen lake. Hands tingling, her head feels weird, the Bar's spinning, light-headed, nauseated and she wants to scream but makes no sound as she falls to her knees.

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Kim's face becomes paler.

"I couldn't stop him, either." She whispers.

Stop him? What?

Ryan looks around for Elaine to watch Kim before he goes to look for Jack. He spots her at the other end of the bar.

He turns his attention to Kim once more.

"Kim," he says sharply before continuing in a milder tone, "Do you know where your father is right now?"

"He said I couldn't save both of them."

Ok, she wasn't going to answer his question...

"Who said? Tony?"

"And then he started bleeding."

This makes no sense, he thought to himself.

"When?"

"When I went to stop Chris."

Ryan looks behind him. Yes, his daughter was still in the bar.

"Chris? What was she doing?"

"I tried to stop her."

Ryan's almost ready to give up but his curiosity gets the best of him.

"From doing what?"

"Killing Dad."

"I see," he says flatly.

"But I couldn't."

Ryan just nods and looks around the bar for anyone who can watch Kim while he goes to look for Jack.

We're wasting too much time.