It's a small relief that he's not out getting himself beat up constantly. "You can always take my hand or something if you're ever in doubt with me," she says, squeezing his hand for emphasis. "But, no, I'm not going to hurt you."

He must be doing something right. She's stopped looking over her shoulder, although she can still hear the faint heel clicks of her doppelganger. "Who's Chris?" she asks, remembering his previous comment.