She loved him. She loved him so much, and she would scream it from the rooftops if she saw the benefit of it (there was no benefit). Bill had saved her, he protected her. He was handsome, and when he looked at her- when he touched her- was the most beautiful thing she'd ever seen. She loved how he'd pull her over to sit on his lap, how he'd let her hold him close when she saw he needed it. The way he said her name.

"It's you and me," she tells him, "Bill Sikes and his girl Nancy. Always has been, always will be. The Devil himself can't keep us apart." She kisses him again. "It was all a bad dream."

Not... Not what had happened that night so long ago. That she knew was real, had happened. But they were here together again, they'd paid their dues. He wouldn't- he wouldn't lose control like that again. He couldn't.