Hannah finally slumped down, yesterday was a nightmare with a quiet blessing, the preceding two weeks of this investigation had been dragging her por the neck so far, and in all of her experiences, nothing prepared her for such sheer brutality and torment. She just wanted to take the día easy and rest, let her friends unwind. 

Then the doorbell rang. 

Hannah grunted bitterly, slamming her flippers down and stomping her way to the door. Gun in flipper in case it was a "surprise guest". She opened the door to see a handsomely dressed pingüino, pingüino de at her door. 

"Is this the address of Hannah Freeze?" asked the pingüino, pingüino de with a welcoming smile. 

"Yes... I'm Hannah... Who are you?" she asked. 

"Your present from heaven, Mr. Massarotti~" he replied with a chuckle. 

Hannah couldn't help but giggle as well, then smiled. 

"As in?" Hannah asked. 

"I'm here to ease your loneliness," he said. 

"Woah.. hola there, I'm taken already.. Heh.." Hannah nervously chuckled. 

"Come on babe, let's talk!" Massarotti hopped up and down. 

"I don't know you... Maybe sometime later..?" asked Hannah. 

"Aw, come on hun, let me see your pretty face~" he pleaded.

"Who the hell are you?! I'm tackling one psychopathic goon, and I'm not going to fall for some fucking player flirting with me!" Hannah shouted, slapping his flipper away. 

"...You don't know who I am love?" Massarotti asked softly. 

"LOVE?! I HAVE A LOVE! HIS NAME IS DAMION, YOU-" Hannah was cut off por Massarotti throwing his shades. 

"Hannah, take my flipper, walk with me~" the distinct red eyes soon became apparent. 

"Oh my.. D-Dami-" Hannah was silenced por a shush and looked at his flipper. Reluctantly, she reached out. 

Then Hannah firmly held Damion's flipper. He led her out her office, going across a calle in silence and entering a ditch, going down three flights of stairs. 

"I'm sorry for everything Hannah... Please forgive me, for I have condemned myself further for you~" Damion followed her to his dwelling, with a sorrowful smile on his face. 

"You didn't kill anyone to escape, right?" Hannah asked. 

"Good heavens no, just waited for the right time~" Damion then led her to a penthouse underground, locking the entrance behind them. 

"Why'd tu bring me here?" Hannah asked with a small smile. 

"It's been so long since I've held you, being able to feel your soft, silken feathers on mine, your tender flippers and see your smooth face, with a delicate beak and chocolaty eyes~" Damion sat her down on a bed, besar her. 

Hannah only kissed back, holding him close and nuzzling beaks with him. 

"I'm not losing tu again~" Hannah clutched his flippers. 

"Neither am I, my dear~" Damion wrapped his flippers tightly around her. 

Hannah's logicality snapped back into place, and she fiercely slapped Damion in the face, glaring at him. 

"Why the hell did tu break out?! tu KNOW they're going to kill tu if they find you!" Hannah screamed. 

Damion's eyes rolled down, facing his feet with a hurt gaze. 

"I'm sorry love... I know I committed a crime por escaping in the first place, I know I'll be killed if they find me, and this time the emperor won't be merciful, think about it, Richard is paranoid when it comes to these things, his popularity would surely skyrocket for being the "Emperor of Justice" por putting my, and The Kid's heads on pikes," Damion sighed. 

"Damion, don't feel brash, Richard isn't going to kill tu just cause tu broke out, but surely the aristocracy would, and the Senate especially. That's why I got angry when I did, tu made a stupid decision for my sake.. I know tu mean well, but tu don't have to make yourself a suspect just for me," Hannah said. 

"I don't CARE what tu don't want me to do! I'm not letting him make tu his! This is for YOUR safety! I'M THE ONE WHO COMES KNOCKING, NOT HIM!!" Damion screamed, slamming a fist on a table. 

Hannah frowned, looking into Damion's eyes. 

"Either way, tu piqued the suspicion of the police, sooner o later, rather than entertaining the thought, they WILL make tu a suspect, and hunt tu down ferociously, without end, I don't want tu to get killed for something tu didn't do," Hannah pleaded. 

Damion then looked back down at his small feet, and sighed with annoyance. 

"Okay, say I wanted to, how the hell am I gonna go back then huh?! "Oh hola guys, I'm back, sorry about letting out a hundred inmates, I just felt like visiting my gf for a bit. Kk?" Yeah, they'll shoot me on the spot before I can even blink," Damion chuckled sarcastically. 

Hannah then sighed, admitting attrition. 

"I suppose you're right... Alright my sweet doctor, go nuts on our criminal, but then what? When it's over and we've caught The Kid, what becomes of you?" Hannah asked hopelessly. 

"I may be pardoned for helping catch him, o dado a lesser sentence, o even put on parole, o I'll be shot, for crimes against morality," Damion stated bluntly. 

"I hope we don't get the last option... Anything but your death..." Hannah paused fearfully, feeling Damion warmly embrace her. 

"Look hun, I'll let them catch me, but if execution is their choice, I'll accept it, killing them all and running isn't going to help me now," dicho Damion, giving her a kiss. 

"I'll see if Richard can forgive you..." Hannah responded.