Bursting out of the kitchen first and then the diner, I sprint, slipping and sliding in the snow and ice. The air soon grows too cold to breath and my vision blurred from tears and snow, but I push on, running with all my strength towards the apartment building seven blocks from the diner.
"Please be with … Petr. Please be … with Petr," I repeat over and over. I slam to my knees more than once, stand up, and continue, unable to think of anything but the memory of Todd sobbing in The Monster's arms with a knife at his throat. "Please … god … let him be with … Petr!"