Maggi waits with bated breath for him to say something, anything. Here she is, right where he's always wanted her. He's silent, breathing heavily, eyes dark. And then he's moving, making long strides towards her, closing the short gap from bedside table to hotel hallway, until she's flush to the door. She can feel his breath on her cheek, her eyes focused on the patterned carpet beneath them. He gently takes her chin between his fingers, forcing her to look him straight in the eye. "It's you. It's always been you."