Duos was about the vanish again, the spectral like being that he was, but all at once stopped when he noticed through the window to the ER... Becca was crying... Why? Nobody would notice, as he slipped through the door: There werre ways to go through them without disturbing them in teh slightest, but when did he learn this? The ER was dark, the only lights were sourced in the two adjacent rooms, and the spotlights all focused onto the table, which made the shadows all the darker...<i>"Dare I ask,"</i>He began, slowly stepping from those shadows, as if the darkness itself birthed him, in all his rag covered, mask dressed glory,<i> "What happened?"</i>His voice husky, dry as old paper, broken like glass. No arms were imediately visible on the man's body, hidden as they were by the short cloaks of scrap cloth. Her rifle, however, was slung across one shoulder, the position relaxed, practiced. Standing upright before her, he was like an infantryman from some nightmarish page in history. An agent of the holocaust.<div class="messageTextEndMarker"> </div>