With his left hand, Thomas removed a pair of handcuffs from his belt, which he left hanging off the back of his pants. He slowly moved forward, keeping his gun aimed at Shamus with his right hand, the handcuffs in his left. As he walked, he said calmly, "I've been wondering why I've been having such a crummy day. First the precinct gets raided by God knows what, then I get chased down several city blocks by what I can only describe as an unruly mob of the walking dead, now I run into a criminal who's wanted for savagely beating a cop to death, among other things. Honestly, can you describe to me what is happening? Because nobody else in existence seems to know." Thomas was now five feet away from Shamus, but he wasn't about to go closer until he was sure it was safe. "Turn around." Thomas ordered.