"I ain't tellin' ya nothin'!" he growled through his pain."Oh, I think you will!" is said as I pushed on his broken leg. He screamed and passed out, a...ain. I wouldn't push quite so hard, next time!When he woke up, I said, "You know ya'll most likely get gangrene in that bullet wound in yer leg ifen we don't take care of it. Then, the best ya kin hope fer is to lose yer leg afore it kills ya. Now, do ya want treatment or not? Cuz, ifen ya do, ya're gonna have ta answer some questions, first.. The alley, I suppose it was an arcade in its early life, ran from the market place to the car park and was lined with shops, most of which were empty and waiting for redevelopment. As I passed one of the empty shops I heard a woman scream, then the scream was cut off as if someone had clamped their hand over her mouth. I couldn’t help but look for the source of the noise, and I noticed the door to one of the shops had recently been forced. Despite the pain in my back and feet, I pushed open the. ”He grinned and turned to face Kelly. “Incidentally, Kel, they would like to borrow it to photograph it for the books and manuals on awards. They forgot to do it before it was awarded to you and yours is the only one in existence. Could you lend it back to us for a few days? Please?”He turned back to face the gathering. “You may also see something else you’ve never seen before and likely will never see again. The next medal on her chest is the Medal of Honor. She’s the only person in history. She had gray hair and blue eyes. She was wrinkly, but still a very attractive woman. She seemed to have a nice rack on her and wore flats. She was humming while I helped her move the stuff back into her garage. “You’re quite a dear. Are you from around here?” “I live in the city actually. I just took a drive and ended up here.” “I’ve lived here for the last fifty years. I really love it here. I suppose I’ll die here too.” “Are you married, Clara?” Clara just giggled at me and I couldn’t.