Danielle felt relieved that the other woke up. Though she was so shaken to truly be glad about it. She let him pull her to her feet, leaning against his side. She was shaking. She was cold, and miserable. Seeing the gore, her stomach churned, and she closed her eyes against the sight. "It is. Let's get out of here." How would such a massacre even be explained to the police? Should she call the cops? It seemed like the right thing to do, but she couldn't bring herself to care right now. When Aliand went to work on the lock, she looked around the carnage again. It was all she could do not to throw up. It smelled like so much raw meat and...other things. Her head hurt. Reaching into the robe to keep her hands warm, she scowled.<br/><br/>"Here...I have keys. One of these should work." Her voice was barely above a whisper, hoarse with more shock that was threatening to consume her. With shaking hands, she tried to fit the key into the lock, but Aliand had snapped the lock off. Like it was nothing. She dropped the keys. What had they done to him? Had he done this? She shook her head fiercely, refusing to believe that what appeared in her mind's eye was more than just a terrible nightmare. She fumbled to pick the keys back up; one of them looked like a car key. There was also a phone, but it looked like it was broken. Shoving her hands back into her pockets, Danielle fit neatly under Aliand's arm, being so short.<br/><br/>She only nodded, numb, as they made their way outside. Once there, she tipped her face up against the cool rain that fell from the night sky. She drew in deep breaths, which helped her in many ways. Though she was still afraid she might have a concussion. "I...I don't know if I can drive," she said, reaching in for the keys before she held them out to him. Danielle couldn't bring herself to meet his eyes. "I thought I could but I might have a concussion. I was knocked out." Her voice was still soft, and she reluctantly pulled away from him; his body was warm. She didn't want to leave his side. She did agree with him that they were meant to save one another.<br/><br/>"I don't know what God's plan is, either. Not right now. Right now I just want to go home." A tear trailed from the corner of her eye and she reached up to brush it away. "I'm not sure it would even be a good idea to go to the hospital...would it?" She looked at him then. "I feel like we should tell someone, but I don't know if anyone would believe us. But I don't see how either of us would be capable of such a...thing." Danielle knew she wasn't. None of this really made any sense to her. And yet Aliand was the only one she could trust right now, but she wasn't sure she could even trust him.