Eliza and Bessie sat quietly in the cell. All of the other acts were with them as well, but as the night went on more and more began getting bailed out. Eliza knew no one who would help her, and so she figured she'd be stuck for however long they wanted to keep her.

"You never told me what that stuff would do." Eliza called attention to Bessie. That was the first time she acknowledged her after the incident.

Bessie perked up, surprised that Eliza would even speak to her. She was eager for Eliza to hear her side. "I didn't think it would mess you up like that!"

Eliza glared at Bessie.

"But you know what? It does act differently in every person." Bessie slouched in her seat. "Maybe I shouldn't have given it to you before your set."

"You think?" Eliza asked. "If I wasn't high on that drug I would be lucid enough to find my way out!"

An officer at a desk across from the cell looked up from his papers and stared at the girls. Eliza knew it was time to get silent, and the officer slowly returned back to work.

"Why don't you call your little boyfriend to get us out?" Bessie asked. "He has money!"

"Guys like William are allergic to institutions such as these." Eliza answered Bessie. "And besides, I don't believe we're talking anymore."

"Why? Because he left you again?" Bessie asked. "That's how those men are. That's how all men are. They come in, they blow a lump and then they leave."

"I wasn't raised to act like that with men." Eliza mentioned. "I don't like how he acts with me."

"Yeah, yeah. You were rich up in that white neighborhood and now you think you can't be like the rest of us." Bessie pointed out.

"We were never rich." Eliza pointed out. "But yes, my father was a doctor. And I don't see nothing wrong with that."

"Mhm, when you fall on hard times you can go back there." Bessie explained. "This is all I have."

A cop made his way over to the cell and stood with his hands on his hips. Although he were inside, he wore his high rounded hat. "Eliza Miller?"

"That's me." Eliza answered, but she was slightly reluctant to do so. She didn't know what to expect next. She walked up to the officer, the only thing separating them being the bars. The bars casted a certain shadow on Eliza's face.

"Someone's bailed you out." The officer told her.

"Who?" Eliza asked. "I never contacted anyone."

"Someone by the name of Connor O'Bryan?" The officer told her, then unlocked the cell to open the door. "You're free to go."

"I'm not going with him." Eliza crossed her arms.

"If you don't, I will!" A man said sassily from his seat. Eliza shut her eyes and exhaled. Then followed the officer out.

"Well what about me?" Bessie asked in a panic.

"I'll see what I can do." Eliza said as she looked back at Bessie.

Eliza followed the officer into the lobby of the station. Connor stood by the door, his hands in the pockets of his long coat and the rim of his hat covering most of his face. He lifted it with a finger once he saw Eliza approach him. His height towered over Eliza's.

"Thanks officer, you have a nice night." Connor told him as he began guiding Eliza out.

"Say, you wouldn't know where William is?" The officer asked.

Connor slowly turned to the officer. He was much taller than him as well. "William who?"

"You know, William. Your partner in crime, William. No other than William McGill." The officer challenged him.

"I don't know a William McGill." Connor told the officer.

"Well, if it'll help your memory, you'd be well compensated to let us know about him." The officer told Connor. Then he motioned toward Eliza. "Does your little girlfriend here know about him too?"

"Come on, Eliza." Connor placed a hand on her back and they both exited. Once outside, Connor lit a cigarette. "William's waiting for you in the car."

"I don't want to see him." Eliza crossed her arms over her chest. "I'm done with him."

"You guys are never done." Connor reminded her. "Come on, I've never seen two people be so for each other."

Eliza was on the verge of tears. "I'm exhausted, Connor! I don't know how much longer I can do this."

Connor nodded knowingly, blowing out his cigarette smoke. "He was afraid of that."

Eliza smiled to herself for a moment. "At least he's afraid of something."

"Well let us at least drop you home." Connor offered. "Just to make sure you get back safe."

"It's broad daylight, I can go home myself." Eliza insisted. "And I know if I let him come home with me, all he'll do is have sex with me then leave!"

"We have business, Eliza. You have to understand is that he needs to be in meetings at a moment's notice." Connor explained. "He doesn't leave you to be a dog. He just has responsibility."

"Then why won't he let me be part of that?" Eliza asked. "I know other gangster guys have girlfriends and they're happy!"

"Because it's dangerous." Connor explained. "When you're linked to him in the streets, you're just as likely to get killed as he is."

"Then I don't want to be part of this. I can't continue giving myself to someone without anything in return!" Eliza went on. "I can't go steady with a man who can't enter a police station without getting arrested! It's not who I am!"

"What do you want?" Connor asked in a genuine tone.

"Huh?" Eliza asked.

"What is it that you want?" Connor asked. "If you let me know, I can tell him. And then we can see if he can give that to you. But when it comes to that lovey dovey stuff in your head, that's not possibly sweetcakes. But if you want something else, we can do it for you."

"I want him." Eliza answered. "Just him. Without this life."

"This life is all he knows now." Connor answered. "And the only way to get out of it is with a bullet to the head."

Eliza felt a shiver through her body, she crossed her arms while trying to rid her mind of that thought. She looked to the pavement as her mind raced. She thought of meeting William, getting closer to him, falling in love with him. And then she was faced with an ugly thought, one of her worst fears. His demise.

"I can't watch him die." Eliza told Connor. "I know it'll happen some way or another, but I can't be there to know about it."

"What are you suggesting?" Connor asked as he took a drag of his cigarette.

"I'm saying that William and I are through. If I want any lick of sanity, we have to end it here."

"Are you sure about that?" Connor asked. A tear fell down Eliza's cheek as she nodded yes, then walked off from him. Connor's body tensed as he dropped his cigarette. After putting it out with the sole of his loafer, he walked a block away from the station and around the corner.