California sounds good to me.

[ And he can really see it, the two of them in some tiny house by the beach. The music scene is good in California, and Chrissy-- she could do whatever she wants, even if he doesn't have much of an idea of what that is. He just wants her to be happy, because if anyone in the world deserves that, it's Chrissy Cunningham. He holds her tight for a long while, doesn't even want to let her go enough to speak. ]

I know... and I'm sorry. [ There's so much he's sorry for, really. Sorry he let her die in the first place. Sorry he left her alone for two days when he promised one. Sorry that he didn't tell her about the blood sacrifice. Sure, she's alive, but he's lied to her almost the entire way. ] It's all gonna be okay from now on.

[ It's not a promise he can really make, but Eddie intends to keep it. Wherever they go, he just wants to be able to give her the life that was stolen from her. Eddie takes his time, presses a line of kisses starting at her temple and tracing down her neck. All he wants is for her to feel loved, to feel that she belongs on the side of existence. ]

Let's get cleaned up here, and then we can hit the road, okay? I don't know about you, but I'm dying for a shower.