Gabe kicked the tire, swearing a blue streak. It was another dead end in a long line of dead ends."This is the car," another detective called, pulling...Kaylee's bag out of the front seat."Yeah, Dean's blood is on the front grill and on the windshield, but we got blood inside too." Get a crime scene unit down here, now! And everyone back away from the car. I don't want any evidence fouled because of one of us." He paced back and forth in the mouth of the alley. "Damn, where is she?" Prick!" she. ..” Suddenly he is upon her. So quickly she didn't even have time to react to the flash of movement in her peripheral vision. He grabs her shoulders and spins her round to face him. With hardly any effort, he lifts her off her feet and throws her onto the bed. He comes at her again. This time she's ready. She kicks out wildly, but it doesn't bother him. He bats her feet away like he's shooing flies. He's on top of her, mounted high on her torso, just under her bust. Straddling, his knees. "That's all good Doctor Gance but I see that you have already made two syntax errors already. Please Doctor Gance..." Sheila was saying causing me to stare at her more intensely. Please? Shaking my head I thought I was starting to realize that she had taken the program further. "Please? When did this happen? You are showing a hell of a lot more emotions than I installed in you. The problem is without this program there's not much I can actually do." I told her, and then I looked at her. Was. All news shortly after shut down because no one wanted to hear about it. Schools were kept in session in most state like mine, because they didn't think it would spread with the airlines down. I guess they were wrong. Well back to reality, the scratching on the door stopped but it only led to screaming in other rooms witch is probably not very good. I start to walk back to were I came to because I have a feeling I might need that pipe if worse comes to worse. As i'm bending down to pick it.