The ranger listenned closely, reading between the lines of what he said. The kid was far too intoxicated to have been capable of deceit. He was telling the truth. He truly had wandered into town, right at the start of the biggest attack they had ever seen. Lucky kid.<br/><br/>Nodding, he stood to peer over the edge of the roof again. The chaos had died down. Everywhere he could see, people were sleeping in sprawled heaps. He didn't like this at all. They were too exposed, too vulnerable. He needed the kid sober to help him, so he looked down at him with a sigh.<br/><br/>"Alright... so you didn't do this. Leaves me out of ideas. Go to sleep, kid and tell me when you're back in your right mind..." he couldn't help but chuckle.<br/><br/>Just then, he heard shouting, and hurried to the east wall of the building, peering down. Crowley was there, running through the streets calling his name.<br/><br/>"Up here!!" he waved his hands, beckoning.<br/><br/>"THey're coming!! There's so many of them!! Its an attack!!!" screamed Crowley.