Justin slowly opened his eyes, and examined the room. The lights were off and no one was around. He slowly got up and struggled to the window, where he lifted the blinds and looked out at the city. His pale chest had a large bandage over it and gave him excruciating pain, whenever he was to move. "Jess..." He whispered to himself. "Where are you..."
Sam went back to his table, where Lance and Lisette were sitting. Sam saw that the table had been flipped, and most of the chairs were broken. He looked around at the other people in the shop and saw that they were all afraid of him. They were hiding behind the other tables, most of which were broken, and behind the counter with the clerk. Sam moved forward to see if he could help, but the clerk pulled out a gun and told him to stay back. Sam went back over to Lance and Lisette, the silence in the shop was eating away at what remained of his dignity. "I'm sorry guys, I never meant for this to happen." He said looking down at his feet. "I don't know why they attacked, or why they thought I was a murderer. I swear I never killed anyone." He said, loosing his train of thought. "I'm sorry I couldn't stop them from doing all of this." He said sitting down on one of the unbroken chairs. "I'm sorry this kind of stuff keeps happening around me." He said, very quietly. His head sunk and he just sat there staring at the floor.