The next morning—the seventh, the final, the last—Cameron said, “Will you go with me to the door?” Wallace blinked in surprise as he looked down at Cameron. “You want me there?” He nodded. “I’m not … I can’t go—not yet. I’m not going through yet.” “I know,” Cameron said. “But I think it’ll help, having you there.” “Why?” Wallace asked helplessly. “Because you saved me. And I’m scared. I don’t know how I’m going to climb the stairs. What if my legs don’t work? What if I can’t do it?”
