Sitting in the quiet, all Kai could see in her head was Warren's bloody body laying in the snow. She could smell the blood on her hands, her face, but she didn't seem to care. She just wanted all of it to go away; the smell of blood, the sounds of gunshots still ringing in her ears, the sight of Warren laying still in the snow and covered in blood. She wanted it all to go away...<br/><br/>When she heard Warren call out to her, she cringed, thinking she was hearing things. She curled up tighter, a lump forming in her throat. Then there was a woman's voice, not in her head but echoing through the hall. Brandt's mother. What did Warren say her name was? Karren? She said that...Warren wanted her? So his voice in her head had been real.<br/><br/>She stood slowly, hesitating for a long moment at the end of the hallway before walking out to the living room. She was a bloody mess in the literal sense. Hands, wrists, face, hair, jeans, even her black shirt was still wet in some places with the dark red stuff. Stopping by the couch, her blue eyes were wide as she stared at the still struggling Warren. If none of them had been there, known what happened, it might have looked like she'd just murdered someone. All the blood plus the crazy look in her eyes? No, not crazy; terrified.