OOC: I got a bit confused with the last section.  I will do my best with it.<br/><br/>He started to explain he was protecting her.  A confusion washed over her.  She was a mere store clerk in a nothing town in the middle of nowhere.  If you looked up nowhere in the dictionary, you got a picture of this store.  Why would she need protection?  From what?  From whom?  She started to protest, but then he reasserted himself as looking for someone.  This made sense.  She began to pay attention.  She began to relax again, a smile claiming her features.  Before she could reply, he asks another question with only a momentary breath before he was whisking her over the coutner.  Dazed, she could not fathom what was happening.  A sense of panic, fear, confusion and surrealism grips her.  It was oddly countered by a brief flash of joy.  He was on her.  Those blue eyes so close....  Those boyish features, including the jock-gone-silly-when-near-a-girl smile were so close she could feel his breath on her skin. Then the flame shot past them, followed by the bullets.  Her notice of him was stolen, much to her chagrin.<br/><br/>She was happy to stay down, behind the counter, but her savior jumped up and started speaking to... HIS BROTHER???  She had to see this!  She stands and looks at them rather confused.  If she had to take a picture of what she saw at that moment, it would be a whirl of lines and blobs of color and motion to keep anything from convelescing.  A hand grips her hair and she is on her tip toes.  She hears voices, but the words are gone.  Pain closes her ears.  There was a flash of heat.  Where did this heat come from?  She can only guess where the flames originated as her mind shuts down further.  A blackness threatening to take her.  Her hair is released.  She slumps to the floor.  If she can get some rest through this, she might actually wake up in a better place than she started the day, but how likely is that?<br/>