<span style="font-style: italic">" Cool room."</span>Rena spoke while she flung herself on top of a pie of folded clothes. Fact was there was an old picture of shadow end he was 7 dangling off the wall behind her, and he found that his computer desk was a nice place to lounge p his back. That was until his cell phone inevitably rang.His left hand fumbled into his pants pocket to sift out the little black cell that was ringing an Italian ballad song. He brought it to his ear.<br/><br/><span style="font-style: italic">"Shadow, Jamel Ã¨ morto mi dispiace per informarti della perdita cosÃ¬ all'improvviso, ma lui Ã¨ morto la scorsa notte."(Shadow, Jamel is dead i am sorry to inform you of the loss so suddenly, but he passed away last night. )</span>The voice on the other end of the phone smoothy spoke Italian but it held a reserved sadness, and loss. The man on the phone seemed to be in awe at the idea of this Jamel charetcer dieing.<br/><br/>"Jamel, stai dicendo che hanno sparato? O assassinati?" (Jamel, are you saying he got shot? Or murdered?) His hand cupped the phone closer to his ears as he tried to figure out how his right hand man died.<br/><br/><span style="font-style: italic">"Ombra non sappiamo come Ã¨ morto, solo che lo abbiamo trovato nel suo appartamento."( Shadow we don't know how he died, just that we found him in his appartment. )</span>The phone then went dead, and as he shoved the phone in his pocket he saw Rena sleeping on his clothes.<br/><br/>Carefully he walked over to her and passed out , sleeping with tears falling down his eyes. Once the morning sun crawled across his room he awoke and made his way back down the stairs, and to the kitchen to start making breakfast without really thinking.