<div class="floatright">(http://i275.photobucket.com/albums/jj307/tylercook777/005.jpg)<br/><br/><strong>Noah</strong><br/><strong>Location:</strong> Dom's Bus<br/><strong>Summary:</strong> Life just isn't the same<br/><strong>Tagged:</strong> Sara, Mika, Dom, Tim</div><br/><br/>He didn't remember walking to the bus. The last thing he could remember is the look on Sara and Mika's face right before he shot Mika. Whatever happened after that was being slowly processed through his mind at a dial up speed. It was a slow speed that he needed right now. Taking in all of events that just happened in the past couple of minutes would probably just push him further into his catatonia. That wasn't something he could afford right now. He was weak, crippled. All of the Coyotes that wanted a piece of him were going to come and get it now when he was so far into himself that he wouldn't do anything.<br/><br/>"She tried to escape." Noah blurted out, his blue eyes opening then squinting to adjust to the light. His eyes used to be bright blue, now they were just dull. No light left. "Had to shoot her." He said, hands in his hair with his knees pulled up to his chest. Noah started to rock back and forth. Memories were coming back and taking over his mind, making him relive killing Mika over and over like some fucked up Nazi torture device was planted in his brain.