Mary was having a hard time getting her body to move, but thankfully Phil knew that as he helped support her as they walked to his cruiser. She barely registered his words as she sat in the passenger seat, automatically fastening her seatbelt without much thought. Habits seemed to always remain, no matter the situation. "N-n-no. S-Sarah was all I-I had left," she managed to get out. She clenched her eyes shut, cheeks and nose red from crying, chin crumpled like paper. Mary had never been a pretty crier, but then again it seemed only Hollywood actresses were.<br/><br/>Mary's relatives were rather far away and she didn't much care for them anyway. After her parents had died, they had tried to scavenge through and take all they could from Mary. Thankfully they had left what was important to Mary--the house and most of the keepsakes her mother had collected over the years. "I j-just wanna go home ta Bo and Tink," at this point, Mary likely sounded crazy, but Bo and Tink were her dog and cat. She really just wanted to crawl into her bed and snuggle with her two pets. Maybe they would make her feel better.<br/><br/>***<br/><br/>"Yes sir, Mr. Turnbull. He's in tha back workin'. I'm sure he wouldn't mind ya going back there," the clerk said with a smile. "Or do ya want me ta go get him for ya?" he asked as he counted out the money Lamar had handed him and got his change. The register made a ching sound and the receipt printed rather loudly. It was an old machine. "Here ya are," he said, dropping the change into Lamar's hand.