Okay. I told you I was married. Well, she was a vampire. I didn't know. And on our wedding night she turned me. I went to bed a very happily married man, I woke up a monster.
[Voiceover] When I was still human, I survived the Battle of the Bulge. Six weeks in a trench in the Ardennes - coldest winter I'd ever felt. My buddy lost a foot to frostbite. I thought that was hell... I was wrong.
[Mick has fled to the desert in a bid to protect Leni Hayes, a witness in a court case, and is lying in a bathtub, the life slowly sapping away from him.]
LLeni
We have to get you to a hospital. This is not just regular dehydration. Something is seriously wrong.
[Voiceover] What would you do when the one thing you need to save your life is the one thing that would make life unbearable? [Both look to each other]
[Voiceover] Maybe it was her blood in my veins that let me feel her, the beating of her very living heart. Or maybe we've always been connected. Either way, being near me puts her in danger. So it has to stop.
[narrating] If there's one thing I've learned in 85 years, it's that what you want, doesn't really matter. You can want to get from here to there, you can want to be on time. You can want to avoid someone, 'cause, say you drank their blood out in the desert. You can want all of these things, but if the universe wants something different, you can run, but you can't hide.
Ryder, here, has a got a list of all of the incoming calls from the dead escort's website in the last 24 hours of her life. One of them is probably the killer.
[narrating] Maybe it's the sum of a million coincidences we don't quite control that brings us to a particular place at a particular time. [he drops his keys, they roll under his car. He bends down to get them.]
[narrating] Or maybe it's the choices we make, the actions we take. If there's one thing I've learned in 85 years, it's that what we want doesn't always matter. [He stands with his keys, coming face to face with Beth. They both gasp]
[narrating] There's a question I ask myself that I don't know how to answer. All these questions surround one uncertainty; how does an immortal handle mortal feelings?