I don't answer. Really, my silence is probably answer enough. I can't tell her how afraid I am -- one of us has to be the strong one, and when it comes to things like this, I'm the one by default. Some days I wonder what it's like to have a normal life, to have the luxury of someone else doing the saving for once, to not have this incredible weight to bear, but I can't stand here and wait for that day to come. I can't wait for a hero to save us -- I am the hero. I don't get to be saved.