[She has every reason to fear Bishop, a lot of people have a reason to. The waiter paled and beads of tears swelled in his eyes as Sheryl left, and a grin creeps on his face.

When she left, seemingly abandoned the boy, a long moment of whispers and nervous chatter Bishop emerges from behind the car. He put away his gun and knife as he approached.]

Well...my instincts were right. [He reaches behind him and recovers some object covered in a handkerchief. He unfolds the cloth and reveals a bloody kitchen knife.]

He was carrying this puppy out and he was gonna toss it in the creek back there. [A beat.] He's alive and unharmed by the way. I put him to sleep so he won't remember you or me.