Third POV
John looked at the clock. It was almost one of the morning. He didn't realize how much time he had been standing in the gardens, with this strange woman, and her kid.
"Monika?" - he said her name softly, not calling her, just to make sure that she was real, and he wasn't hallucinating.
"Please, just let me go" - she said, almost crying.
She was real, John realized, just like the danger that was hanging over all of their heads.
"Over my family" - he thought, and he felt a hole opening in his chest.
"It's too late, Monika. You look tired, and so is your son"
"You don't understand! I have to go as far as possible, so he doesn't find me"
"He will not find you" - John assured her "And even if he does he will never get his hand over you, or your kid"
Monika glared at J
