Yeah, yeah, here, let me help you get home. Which way?

[ Anything to keep the conversation from going in the direction he seemed to want to take it. Mitchell reached out, holding him by the shoulders, trying to pull him away from the bridge.

She'd seen enough tragedy, the bitch didn't need to see anymore, especially if he had anything to say about it. Of course, he had a personal score to settle with the bridge, or at least, to keep other people from going down around here anyway.

He'd prefer for her to stay. Then again, he was biased. ]

Come on, pal. Let's turn you in the right direction, huh?