Mick: "We don't have ta' live like this.."

You heard a quiet mumble from beside you, and looking to your side you saw your husband, just how he was, looking up at the ceiling from the bed in his watchtower. You almost thought you were hearing things, but, no.

Mick: "All tha killin' an' tha dyin'. I can take ya away.."

He mumbled yet again, turning his head to look at you with a look of guilt on his face.