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"Okay" John B groans as he parks the car in between two boats "You sure we're good, Cleo?"

"Yeah, man. We'll just wait here until it cools down" Cleo assures him.

"You good?" He asks Sarah who nods softly.

"Fine" She answers simply.

We all climb out of the car and make our way down the marina until we're behind a large boat. John B and Sarah take a seat together and I lean back against a large pile of crates.

"Streets is quiet. I can get you to a boat. You have somewhere you can hole up?" Cleo asks us.

"Yeah, we're gonna ride the Gulf Stream north as far as it can go. Look for some deserted island            to shell up on" John B explains and I frown, a sinking feeling settling in my chest.

No more OBX, no more Pogues, no more JJ.

"And then what? More running?" Sarah retorts.

"Sarah..." John B sighs out.

"Look, I know you don't trust the cops, but you're innocent" Sarah explains to him "I think we should go home"

"To OBX?" John B asks for confirmation.

"Yes" Sarah confirms.

"What about Ward?" John B counters.

"What about Ward?" Sarah repeats with a scoff "He's the one who should be running, not us. He said he would tell the truth if we came back. I can confront him"

"But it's not about you confronting him. He's completely untrustworthy" John B argues.

"Sure. But I'm your alibi. Trust me" Sarah pleads and Cleo whistles at the couple.

"Hello, lovebirds, we're running from the coppers right now" Cleo declares "Girl, can you walk?"

"I think so" Sarah nods.

"Okay, you got this, girl" Cleo encourages her to get to her feet before whispering to us "Come on, guys. We gotta go. Stay low"

"We gotta go" Sarah agrees as we trail behind Cleo.

"We're following your lead" John B tells the girl.

"Get low" Cleo replies in a hushed voice.

"I got you. I got you. I got you" John B says, wrapping Sarah's arm around his neck as she groans in pain.

"Is this cool?" The boy asks Cleo.

"I got an uncle who works at this marina. We're safe here. Recognise the boat?" Cleo smiles at us, stopping by the familiar looking boat.

"Our dad's boat" Sarah hums in surprise.

"I thought you guys would've pawned it by now" John B comments.

"Seems like a good time to give it back to you" Cleo shrugs and I hop down onto it, John B following behind me before helping Sarah down.

We pull the tarps off of the boat, handing them to Sarah who throws them onto the wooden pier.

"Wish I could join you guys. It's a nice dinghy" Cleo speaks up.

"You're not coming with?" Sarah frowns in confusion.

"Wow, I thought we were friends now" I gasp sarcastically and Cleo laughs at me.

"Are you kidding? You three are so hot. I'm better off on my own" She states.

"Thank you. Seriously" John B says to her and she smiles warmly.

"No problem. Maybe one day,  I get the same thing you three got. Somebody helps me too" She tells us hopefully "Hang tight. I'm gonna get the keys. Too soon for goodbyes, y'all. I'll be right back!"

"Thank you, Cleo!" I call out after her as she jogs away.

"Do we have enough gas?" Sarah questions and I turn to have a look, grimacing a little.

"Um, we should be good if the wind is behind us" John B nods.

"Let's hope it is" Sarah replies.

"All we can do is hope" I hum quietly.

"Hey! You there!" A flashlight is shone in our faces and I hear the sound of a gun being cocked "Put your hands up. All the way up!"

"Fuckity fucking fuck" I curse angrily under my breath "Never a goddamn break"

"Hey, don't shoot, okay?" John B pleads.

"I said put them up" The police officer demands and we put our hands up like we're told.

"Please, he didn't do anything!" Sarah begs.

The officer abruptly cries out in pain, falling to the floor like a sack of potatoes and stood behind him is Cleo with an ore in her hand.

"Hey! Stop! Get down!" The officer grabs her ankle and trips her as she tries to run to us.

"No!" Cleo protests, kicking the man in the face and pulling herself to her feet.

"No, no. Hey, Cleo! Keys!" John B yells and she throws the keys at him which he catches.

"Go! Get out of here!" Cleo shouts at us before leaping into the water.

"Hey! Stop! Get back here!" The officer barks "I'm gonna shoot!"

"Thanks for the warning, buddy!" I holler back as John B starts up the engine, peeling away from the marina.

"Stop! Hey!" The officer orders, letting off multiple rounds that miss us completely.

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                                                                                                "All right, this is the Gulf Stream" John B speaks up, causing me to look up from where I'm laid out next to Sarah "It's gonna take us north right home"

"Home" Sarah hums with a small smile and I lay my head on her lap.

"Here we come" I sigh.

"Hi" Sarah smiles as John B sits opposite us.

"How you doin'?" John B smiles in return.

"Never better" She breathes out happily "You know what I was thinking?"

"What's that?" John B asks.

"Let's get married" Sarah proposes.

"Don't... don't we need, like, a... a... like, a preacher or something?" John B questions and my sister shrugs in response "What about the rings?"

"What about rings?" She counters "I mean, for future reference, I like princess cut. I like emerald cut"

"I got an idea" John B said, taking off his bandana.

"Never pear shape" Sarah adds to her last statement, gasping when John B rips a strip off the cloth "Princess cut. My favourite"

"I give you this sweaty...piece of my father's bandana as a token of my love" John B declares, tying it around her neck as I watch from her lap in awe.

"It's perfect" Sarah grins happily as he sits back down.

"Can I officiate?" I speak up and they both look down at me with big smiles, nodding.

I shoot up giddily and turn to face them, holding out my hands. Sarah takes one of my hands and John B takes the other.

"By the power vested in me, by the sky and the stars and the sea and that one dodgy website last year, I now pronounce you husband and wife" I announce, placing John B's hand onto Sarah's "Through sickness and health, through rich and poor, till death do you part"

"You may kiss the bride, Johnny" I add.

John B leans in and places a sweet kiss on Sarah's lips that leaves her smiling like a fool.

"Can we get a dog?" Sarah blurts out.

"Okay, Sarah. Let's just get home first. How about that?" John B reasons with her.

"Let's get a dog" Sarah ignores him and I let out a laugh.

"Okay" He nods with a smile.