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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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"I'm not Bound," Chris says as she walks up to the group.

Sara nods. "We may have to go to his home to look for him." A helpless shrug. "What other options are there, realistically?"

Chase notices Chris with an inward thrill of anger, but now is not the time to be thinking of that. "Neither of you knows where his home is," he says. "I don't know if anyone does. Maybe Jack."

Sara bites back a nasty retort. He isn't angry specifically with them. "What then do you propose?"

Chase ignores the sarcasm. "Jack could give you directions, if he knows. When you leave the Bar, how far are you from Los Angeles?"

"I'm from Las Vegas. I can be in Los Angeles in less than six hours if I drive like a bat out of hell. But I have a friend who owes me a huge favor--I can charter a helicopter and be there in thirty minutes."