She's in there. I can tell by the fingerless glove by my feet. I can tell by the day old scent of candy perfume. I can tell by the violent shouting. And I'm out here. A single grenade on my hip, minimal ammo, a pistol, my wits and a friend running for his and our lives. But I can't wait till Gon's here. I can't wait till victory is certain. Because she can't either. They'll kill her before Gon and I can even reload.