She had no way of knowing if he were in New York or elsewhere, it didn't even occur to her that he might be any place other than his apartment in Queens. The wee hours didn't lend themselves to logic and rational thinking, this phone call strong evidence of that.

But he missed her...she knew that.

"It never stops, Ro. He never stops. I can't get away from it anywhere and I can't..." She just couldn't. Couldn't think, couldn't sleep, couldn't move on...couldn't be without him. "I want to come home. I want you to hold me. I want you to tell me it will be all right. No one here can tell me that, they don't understand."