"Come on honey. We're going. We're catching the next plane out of here." "And go where?" Ryan asked calmly. "Anywhere. Doesn't matter. Away from here. I got money. Credit cards. Somewhere she'll be safe." He tugged her hand again but she wasn't budging. "Come on honey. We're getting out of here." "I am not leaving. I am not running." "What? Of course, you're leaving." Chris looked at Daffy for support. He shrugged his...