Thomas couldn't hear any movement inside of the garage. He shrugged- it was stupid of him to be worrying about them escaping. Now that he thought of it, he was sure that he had locked Claire up properly. Of course he had. And the silence was no doubt due to them passing out or something.<br/><br/>He stepped through the doorway, still holding the gun. The bag of shopping lay on the ground outside. As he went into the garage, he saw that they weren't chained up any more. And at precisely the time of this realization, a large blunt object appeared at the edge of his field of vision- it a crowbar, which Dave was swinging at him.<br/><br/>He managed to get his left arm in the way of the crowbar, protecting his head. He felt his arm break. The force of the blow sent him sprawling on to the floor. He twisted, pointing his gun. Dave had dropped the crowbar, and both he and Claire were running out of the open door.