Rafe paced nervously in front of you, spewing incoherent words of remorse, while you sat the on edge of the bed. “Even if I was just..bad Rafe Cameron…you got no choice. I’m your best bet.”

With a panicked look in his cold eyes, he knelt down in front of you, putting his hands up in reassurance. “Look…I gotta boat that can get us off the island.” He mumbled, looking up at you. “We gotta work together. This may be our only shot on getting outta here.” He was waiting for your response.