_{[For a moment, Henry has the gall to be frustrated. He wheels around on one heel, as though he's momentarily forgotten she's WHIRLWINDED her way to come get him. But then he really looks at her and his shoulders fall. He meets her eye with an earnest apology.]}

I'm sorry, Heather. I've just been sitting in that cell and thinking about what I have to do. And what I need to tell you and in what order and it's just...getting home seemed so important. Thank you for getting me out, I'll repay you.