Drake is fine.

He is out here, very much alive— and I am thankful for that.

"What happened?! Why weren't you picking up your phone?"

He greets me with silence.

A long, painful one.

"That wasn't Ohm."

And then he shows his arm, a large gash gaping right back.

"Drake..."

Ohm would do such a thing. He can never. He—

"He has threatened me Frank's life."

I look back up in his eyes.

"He will kill him if I don't..."

"If you don't...? If you don't what?"

"If I don't kill you."

My heart drops.