[Gold Experience contributed the problem, that much can't be denied, but he would never be the problem himself. Izabel clings back -- definitely too tight -- and buries her face into the Stand. He'll let her be quiet for now, let her do this until her breathing is less hitched and her fingers stop trembling.

But unfortunately for everyone she doesn't wait that long.]

He -- [It was silly that her chest tightened when she thought of this, wasn't it? It shouldn't be able to.] He did the same thing you did, and he doesn't know. How was I supposed to -- to tell him something like that?! Tell him that he could still be dead in there?