Despite knowing his answer before asking the question, Melody could do little to stop the sharp intake of breath at the blow. Confessions like his were easily made in the darkness and harder to rationalize in the light of day. To still desire separation above reconciliation meant there was little left between them. She turned her head towards the wall opposite the bed and took a handful of calming breaths. Panic had ruined them. Panic had created this problem in the first place. There was no longer any room for panic.

"Okay." The potion bottle was cold between her hands. The baby would no longer be a concern after today, or so she hoped. There was no way to tell its success until the obvious conclusion occured. Though, Ben needn't know that presently.

In a rather unladylike fashion, Melody leaned her elbows on the table with her hands holding the weight of her chin. After several long minutes of silence, she finally said, "I have an idea to get you out, if you're willing to hear it."