Charlie's heart is going a mile a a minute. He was there in the room, with Meyer bound on the floor, but not matter how hard he ran he couldn't get any closer to him, and each time he reached for him he was just too far away.

But then Meyer is running, and he is too, following him but just out of reach. The reach the pool table together, colliding, all that running and reaching and needing resulting in Charlie nearly bowling him over.

"Meyer."