"It's not exactly the most comfortable place but it's safe for now.", Red said, putting his suitcase and torchlight down. He walked straight ahead to a chest of drawers on the other side of the room from where he pulled out some candles and matches. It was obvious that he knew exactly where to look for it.

"No, it's fine. Absolutely fine.", Lizzie said and had a look around the little shack where Reddington had brought her. They've been driving north for hours until in some lifeless country lane Red told their driver to stop the car to let them get out.

"We'll walk from here!", Red had said while taking the suitcases out of the trunk.

It was almost a two hour walk through the woods. They didn't take roads and didn't follow any paths, just walked through the thicket and by the time they got to the cabin it was already dark. Inside it looked like no one had been there for a long while. Dust had settled on top of the furniture and it was just as cold inside as it was outside.

"Of course you're gonna have the bedroom.", Red took the suitcase which Dembe had packed with some clothes for Lizzie and put it on the bed that was covered in plaid blankets. "There still seems to be some firewood by the stove to keep us warm enough for tonight. I'll find some more tomorrow to get us by for a couple of days."

"What is this place?", Lizzie asked, still standing in the middle of the front room which was living room and kitchen at the same time.

Red smiled. "You don't remember?"

Liz shook her head and had a second look trying to remember whatever there was to remember.

"This is where you first met Sam.", Red told her while he put a couple of wood logs into the old stove and tried to light a fire with matches and a piece of paper he found in his pocket.

Lizzie's eyes widened and her legs began to weaken so she said down on the small old couch in the corner of the room. She closed her eyes and tried hard to remember but she couldn't; she was too tired and exhausted.

"I'm sure it'll come back to you, when time is ripe.", Red said with a mellow tone and it was clear to Lizzie that he, too, needed rest. "But I can assure you this place is safe. Nothing will trace this place to us."

Lizzie nodded because she knew she could trust him; because she wanted him to know that she trusted him.

"You should try to get some sleep. There should be more blankets in the cupboard.", Red went over to the kitchen area and opened the door of a little cabinet from which he pulled out two white bed sheets.

"Thanks.", Liz whispered and took the sheets he was handing her. "Where are you gonna sleep?"

Red's look wandered towards the couch which was merely big enough for two people to sit on.

"No way! This bed is big enough for the two of us, Red."

He opened his mouth but couldn't find the right words. She made him speechless once again. Just as he regained his ability to speak he lost it again when Liz reached out to hold his hand and pull him into the bedroom.

She sat down on the edge of the bed. Red kept standing in the doorway looking at her in disbelief while she was taking her shoes and blazer off. Liz pulled the blankets over and got into the bed, then covered her legs and looked at Red who still didn't move one inch.

"Are you gonna stand there all night, Red?"

He didn't answer but walked back to blow out all candles except one which he took with him into the bedroom. He closed the door behind him and put the candle on a little nightstand next to Lizzie's side of the bed.

While he walked around to the other side of the bed Liz took her bra off underneath her blouse and let it fall to the floor. The candlelight flickered and threw weird shadows on the walls of the small room with every movement each of them made.

He sat down on the bed and opened his shoe laces with one hand, loosening his tie with the other. As he unbuttoned the upper few buttons of his shirt he revealed a band-aid that covered his neck.

"The chip. I completely forgot about that.", Lizzie said.

"I had Mr. Kaplan remove it yesterday. It's currently on a plane to Cuba." He got underneath the blankets and sheets and looked up at the ceiling. "That will keep the FBI busy for a couple of hours until they realise they've been hunting down a Yorkshire terrier."

"Can I ask you something?", Lizzie said, tucking herself in as well but not taking her eyes off of Red.

"Of course." Red swallowed and turned around to face her. He was afraid she wanted him to tell her more about her father and what had happened that night, which would only hurt her more and that was the last thing he wanted to do.

"What's the name of your cat? And please tell me someone's taking care of it!"

It took him a couple of seconds to process this question until he started laughing. He felt so relieved. "Mr. Kaplan is taking care of him." He still giggled a little but not at the question itself but about how normal this whole situation felt all of a sudden. "And his name is – promise you won't laugh!"

"Promise."

"It's Mr. Catington."

Liz tried to suppress her instinct to laugh by covering her mouth with one hand but it was impossible.

"You promised not to laugh!" Red said sitting up while beginning to laugh as well.

"You have to be joking!"

"I am not. And in my own defence: It wasn't my idea. I wanted Chaplin but Dembe and Mr. Kaplan overruled me."

"You are a weird trio, you know that, right?"

"We were." His smile quickly faded and the tone of his voice went back to serious. "It's just you and me now, Lizzie." He wished he hadn't said that but it was too late now. He couldn't take it back; it had already spoiled the light-heartedness they felt moments before.

"It's not gonna be like this forever, is it?", Liz asked nearly voiceless.

"I'm sorry but I cannot promise you that." Red didn't dare to look at her so he faced the ceiling again.

They were both quiet for a minute until it was Liz who broke the silence. "Just so you know, I don't regret it."

"Don't regret what?" Red struggled for a second but then looked her in the eyes.

"Running away with you.", she said and closed her eyes. "Good night, Raymond."

"Good night, Lizzie.", he said but she was already sleeping. And -careful not to touch her- Red leaned over her to blow out the candle and go to sleep as well.