He was approaching the middle when she came at him with the knife again. She caught him round the mid-section with her arms and tackled him. She hit like a jackhammer. He could feel the air leave him and he struggled to catch his breath. This really was not what he wanted for Rose. Perhaps he really was turning her life into Hell by being around.

He knew what Hell was like. He had seen it when he did his dealings with Crowley. It was hard to imagine what choice he'd make. Either he'd stay or he'd give someone up. He'd like to think he'd stay and be brave. "I wouldn't choose." Then came more Latin.