Carolyn's eyes squeezed shut and she turned her head, almost as if struck. This was impossible. This was impossible. "Gotham-" she repeated, fingers curling in the blankets where she sat. Screaming at him, crying over him, waking up with his arm over her waist, fever hot and lifted in his arms. It was all interspersed with blue blood, Shazza screaming, and being yanked backward, out of Riddick's arms.

"This is impossible," she whispered, eyes still closed.