Anton pulled his hand away from the unfortunate man's neck. There was no more pulse to be found.<br/><br/>"Not really," he said to Fynn, before turning to the woman. "I'm sorry, Ma'am, but he's gone."<br/><br/>And that was when she started screaming.<br/><br/>* * *<br/><br/>"Do not let it worry the little one," Mrs. Marquette responded over the wail of the patron's wife. "You should get home quick, yes? Get home and take some rest."<br/><br/>She looked worried, but she was also in control. A calming influence in spite of the things going on around them.<br/><br/>* * *<br/><br/>Anton stood and moved away from the emotional scene with the woman and her late husband. He figured he should get something to cover the body and headed back toward the kitchen. He saw his father standing in the doorway, looking confused. And rather pale.<br/><br/>He patted his father on the shoulder as he walked past, figuring he was just in shock from watching a man die in his bakery.<br/><br/>"<<It's all right, papa. There's nothing we could have done. Do we have anything to cover him with?>>" Anton was surprised at well he was handling the situation himself. He seemed as calm as if he was watching the whole thing on TV.<br/><br/>"<<Yes. I'll go get the old cloth we used to cover the baguettes.>>"<br/><br/>Anton nodded and stood in the doorway and waited for his father, wishing like hell he could have a cigarette<em>right now.</em>