His mind refused, despite the evidence of his eyes, to identify the two ravaged carcasses next to his empty seat as his wife and daughter. The sight o... a familiar pink ribbon in bloody blonde curls was just too much for him, and the next thing he knew, he was on a gurney being wheeled out of the theatre.Flashing lights in blue and red filled his vision as the harsh, static laden sound of emergency radios assaulted his ears."Stacy!" he cried, struggling to rise. "Karen!" Take it easy buddy." The. What else was there to see? Yes, it was true he’d twice found himself outside of Midnight Hot. He had no intention of entering, of course. Why would he? Rosie had made her feelings clear and he understood why. He’d lied. And he was a deadbeat poker player. With all that had happened with her previous boyfriend, the sweet redhead had had her fill of that combination. Hell, he didn’t even know if she’d returned to work there. She might not even be in Vegas. He had no idea where she was. All he. It was same as the other small room. I didn't see anyone standing around and sat on the bench. Wondering what the buttons were for, I looked out in the hallway. An older man was walking towards me. I asked him if he could explain what I needed to do, he smiled and said sure. He came in and shut the door and locked it. He put some coins in the slot and sat next to me. He asked what movie I wanted to watch, I said I didn't know, I never seen any before. He pushed a button and the screen lit up. Ancestors’ hairy asses, I know I owe you – all of you. I might be a no-good, drunken, exiled, useless dwarf, but I pay my debts. Don’t make it out to be more than it is.”I blushed, knowing it was the closest the berserker was ever likely to come to admitting that he cared about any of us, and I was pleased to be included in that group. I squeezed his shoulder, and he smirked at me before waggling his eyebrows and asking if the rumours he’d heard about other Grey Warden ‘appetites’ were true,.