INT. - THE PANIC ROOM - NIGHT

Gerri had to rush Alan and take the gun. That was her only option. He'd likely shoot her and she'd probably die from the wound, but she couldn't just stand here and wait for him to decide it was the right time according to his fucking watch.

"Late for something?" She couldn't resist prodding him. He looked nervous momentarily. So, was he late? Or, was someone else late... "You have a way out." That had to be it. The lie of safety in a panic ...