What were those people up to? The tall, dark man in the black leather jacket and the tall, beautiful woman in white and pink weren’t like anyone else with us when we were held hostage at the bank. They weren’t afraid, only angry. They confronted the bad guys like they were used to it, at home with guns and medical procedures and safecracking. And their relationship with each other was strange, at one moment at each other’s throats, at the next working together with symphonic passion, at the next quietly sharing something of incredible importance to both. Who were they?