<strong>Roderick, Saturday Night</strong><br/><br/>"Jen, that's a good name."  Roderick continued to talk hoping to keep the woman's attentions solely focused on him.  "Alright, Jen I'll tell Johnny that you couldn't make it.  He'll be at La Maison Colline on 54th Street."  Roderick recited the address to reassure her that he would do as she asked of him.  The sound of sirens started to fill the air,  perhaps the ambulance would be here soon.  "Alright, it looks like the ambulance's almost here.  Just a few days in the hospital and you'll be as good as new..."<br/><br/>Roderick saw that Jen was collapsing as if her strings had suddenly been cut and ran forward to cradle her body before she hit the ground.  But she was gone, whatever spark had animated her had left her leaving only an empty corpse behind.  Roderick stared at the mangled body of Jen in his arms.  Just what was going on?  Why had Jen managed to cling on to life so tenaciously after she had nearly reduced to ground chuck?  All he knew was that he had promised Jen that he would deliver her message.<br/><br/>He then turned to look at the other two who were standing there clutching at each other.  They were going to jail for manslaughter but somehow Roderick didn't have the heart to make sure they ended up there.  This night was taxing on his mind and only the other two had been witnesses to it.  Perhaps they were bound together by some silent code of participants.  Either way, Roderick waited until the ambulance arrived before he passed over the corpse into their hands