Jack
I'll be sure to call her. After, of course, the crying and giggling won't be sure to cause me to react the same way. Have I mentioned how much of a bitch female hormoes are?
Hence, the ramble. I know, logically, it's her choice, it's just... a fetus. It's likely not even mine. From what I remember of that night, Ray has a lot more chance of being the sharpshooter, than me. But... something about the.. female hormones.. I'm having a bit of difficulty digesting this.