<div class="quoteheader"><div class="topslice_quote"><a href="https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=36564.msg1881103#msg1881103">Quote from: Bella on 14-05-2009, 07:38:54</a></div></div><blockquote class="bbc_standard_quote">  Their attention was instantly rivoted to their left where an older, rather <em>large</em> man laid on the floor amidst a mangled looking table.  A woman, his wife perhaps, was frantically calling out his name <strong> "George! George! Oh my god, George!"</strong>........ <br/></blockquote><div class="quotefooter"><div class="botslice_quote"></div></div><br/>Anton, mop forgotten, rushes over to the man to see if he's all right. Turning him over onto his back, he jumps back when he sees the bloody mucus spewed all over the man's front. In spite of it all, he reaches in to gingerly feel for a pulse at the man's neck.<br/><br/>"He's alive, but not doing too well..." he says, looking up at whoever is there to hear him.<br/><br/>Jeanette is more sensible than her bubbly exterior would make her seem, and is already calling for emergency services.