Alec could feel her fingernails softly sliding over his hand and gave a small nod of his head. She was smart, more so than a lot of people, it wasn't any surprise that she could piece things together without him explaining it. "Sort of. There were four or five of them. They knocked me out...and if it were simple, that would have been the end of it." He let out a small sigh and leaned back against the bed a little, letting his eyes shut.
"Except, they must have thought they had killed me. Maybe they would have, but no one could die, not with Death out of action. So they took me out of the bar...and they tossed me in the Hudson River."