"Here goes nothing." I hop out the window, and kick a guard in the face as I smooth the hospital gown. "There is no way you are leaving a just-recovered-from-surgery-stabbed-girl behind!"
I run off with the others. I realise something and facepalm. "Alex... Not wanting to bring this up right now or anything but... I think I'm wearing your pants!"
"James shut up!!!!"
I laugh again, and poke Alex's slowly growing belly. "Lets hope to god that you aren't having multiples. Strike me down from heaven if you do! We'll have to buy two cannons, and I can't afford that!"
"Coming!" I call to Fein, and hop in the shotgun seat.
"Yes, yes." I say, leaning over and kissing him on the cheek. "Whatever you say."
"Have you two written your wills yet? I'm thinking of Highway to Hell played at your funeral?" I smile. "Kidding, but don't get assaulted by guards ever again?"