<div style="text-align: justify;">If Carl's way was getting up to a bad start, what could be said for the woman's was anybody's guess. Lucky for everyone, though, he had kept the complaint to himself. If there was something Jessica didn't need was to hear complaints right now. She had been shot, hit on the back of her head, injured her forehead, and apparently lost a good friend. And worse, she had no idea why. Or who would do that to them.<br/><br/>Trying to calm down a little, the woman laid back down and stayed still. Staying still was definitely the easiest part, since every time she moved her head, Jessica felt like the entire room was shifting out of focus. Allowing Carl to check her wound, the woman just listened to him, feeling a little detached from everything. It was a strange feeling, but a welcome one right now.<br/><br/>Keeping her attention in doing what she was told to, Jessica really hoped that the man could fix her up, at least enough to stop bleeding and cover her wounds. The rest could wait until she felt a little bit better. Nodding when the man said he hoped his quick fix would stop the bleeding, Jessica started thinking about the recent events again. Moving to take a few sips of water, she took just one or two and rested the cup on the floor, resting her head on the couch again. <br/><br/>"I don't really know", the woman replied, her voice really soft, as though she was about to sleep. "I think someone... broke into the bakery. I can't remember anything, someone hit me here", her hand touched the back of her head. "When I woke up, I was in the condition you saw me... and... Mike... oh, God, someone killed him... I-I... don't know why!", the woman exclaimed, closing her eyes tightly and sniffling, trying hard not to burst into tears.</div>