Marty looks at the group and shakes his head "fine bunch you got here, Hester" His heavy footsteps clomp into the back room and he rummages around. "What do you think happened? If there's screaming and crying out at town it could just mean we lost a game or summot" He grunts loudly as he finds the box and lifts it. The thing thuds dully as he drops it onto the counter "never thought I'd use these candles again...." His voice tears up slightly as he thinks of Betsy, the wife long dead.<br/><br/>He pulls one out and strikes a match to light it "there, better. Now, what happened Hester?"<br/><br/>Marty starts as a knock sounds and curses under his breath at his jump. "keep the Dick and assholes 2 through 4 in line" He mutters as he uses the candle light to make his way to the door. He opens it and looks out, then down at the man in a wheelchair "uh....hi"<br/><br/>He hesitates, not wanting to turn him away but not wanting him to come in either. If things are as bad as Hester says he needs to go get his daughter and granddaughter. "can I help you son?"