<div style="text-align: justify;">All Bonnie wanted at the moment was to go home. Nothing more. Well, not exactly home, but the cheap motel she called home while living there. <span style="font-style: italic">Real</span> home would be nice, but there wasn't one right now. But even going back to the motel wouldn't be a really easy thing at the moment. No, there was still talking to the police to do. So, Bonnie did as she was told and sat down as far away from the bodies as she possibly could. Her head was pounding, and her stomach wasn't in the best shape. Bonnie had never witnessed a murder before, and it was hard to look away.<br/><br/>The young woman felt a little better once the bodies were taken away. Still, she was nervous about the questioning. What if she got caught with that wad of money? What if someone had noticed the way she had looked at Clyde?<br/><br/>The questioning was as horrible as she expected. Yet, Bonnie managed to do well. She kept eye contact with the policemen and told them all she knew - except for the fact that she had met one of the men they referred to as the 'perpetrators' before. And well, apart from that, what Bonnie knew wasn't exactly much. She had seen two armed men, and followed the action. But so had everyone else in the bank.<br/><br/>Thus, after some questioning, and refusing medical attention - even though she felt terrible -, Bonnie was finally cleared to go home, provided that she left a name, address and phone number. That done, the girl went back to her motel room, took a shower and dove into bed. She really needed to sleep it off.<br/><br/>Meanwhile, Clarence was home, worried sick about Clyde. He had seen the news footage of the bank, along with the dead bodies, and a well known face. He cringed wondering what Bonnie would say when questioned by the police. As nobody had shown up at his door, though, Clarence was pretty sure she hadn't said anything.<br/><br/>Still, he couldn't sleep as well that night. There was too much to think about, after all. That was probably the reason why he didn't take long to open the door once Clyde knocked. He took a peek outside, and shook his head. He could see his friend was drunk before even feeling his scent.<br/><br/>"What the fuck are you doing here, and in this condition?", Clarence murmured in a tense intonation, nearly dragging Clyde in the house. "What do you want?", he completed while closing the door after a suspicious look outside.</div>