"But I'm a lesser man now than I was before," Matt insists. He can't see how any of this is supposed to be some sort of 'blessing in disguise'. It isn't. It's just miserable and dependent and vulnerable. The fact might be that he's not that college boy anymore - and she's not that college girl either - but that was better than people trying to kill them, than having moved on and dealing with courtroom shenanigans during the day and people who just won't die during the night.

But even those days that never seemed to end were better than now, stuck in this place bumbling around in the dark. He's so frustrated with himself he could drown in his own self-loathing.

"I want to be happy that I have her now. But I can't think to be anything remotely close to happy."