While lost in the lands of Australia, and on the run with Matthew Quigley, you settled down at night. It was cold still, even with the blanket so he let you share it with him. You were talking about building a cabin and staying there with him. He simply nodded, taking in your beauty. Your lips inches away, you keep calling him Roy, which gets him upset. Matthew: “I’m not Roy, I’m Matthew. And I’m not sharing my bed with you if you can’t understand that”