Immediately, instinctively, Chuck feels a white-hot rage course through his veins again. It's over now, and better for Beth just to get out of here, but a part of him still wants to go after the man who cornered her tonight and take all this frustration out on him. He wasn't that police officer, but he was still fucking sick in his own right. She shouldn't have had to deal with that now or the onslaught of memory from her past.

Staying with her seems more important than his desire to hit something, though, so he takes a breath, willing himself to try to calm down. "Let's get out of here, then," he says, starting towards the door. "Wherever you wanna go. And we can get you something that doesn't taste like green apple, if you think that'll help."