Someone was coming. It was probably her. The girl who had agreed to come and see him. He hoped she had it in him to finish him off. It would be better for everyone if she did, right? He didn't lift his head to look at her. He felt that, if she managed to do what he asked, it wouldn't be necessary. It would be easier for them both if she just walked in, pulled a gun out, and shot him. He wouldn't be able to give her any guilt or feelings of regret if he didn't show her anything that would make her hesitate. He couldn't afford it.