And while they all knew the trip to Nottingham was quite a trek, things were growing desperate at New Hope. Not only were people sick of the periodic attacks on the walls, which had started when Tanek arrived - scared that at any moment, the Germans would just come crashing inside - their friends were dying. Graham and Andy weren't doing well at all, in spite of Jennings' best efforts. Apparently one of the bolts Andy caught had caused internal injuries that the doctor couldn't do much about. "We need to get him somewhere we can operate. Otherwise I don't think he's going to make it." Gwen had gone to see Andy, at his request, and they'd talked: about the old days, about what had happened to New Hope, about the direction she was taking. "Y-You have to promise me," Andy said, "that you'll turn away from this course you're on." "I don't know what you're talking about," she'd told him, avoiding his eyes. "There's so much hatred inside you now, Gwen. This..." Andy winced, gasping in pain. "This isn't what Clive would have wanted for you." She'd said nothing.
