Ideas floated through Mikes head as Trevino's words floated through the air, each one sending a spark to a fire which had been rained on but a night ago. His hand floated through the air in front of him, embrassed by the sunlight which his body seemed to soak in through his pores. His nerve got the better of him, his torso turning g his upper body around to tell Trevino to knock it off, but the words didn't come as the dead silence became apparent. "What the hell...?" An airy breath escaped from his lips as he stared at the absolutely motionless bodies in front of him.<br/><br/>The whisper from across the room caught him off guard as his head whipped around, staring at Olivia. He slid off the table he had been sitting on, "What the hell's going on?" He asked in the same tone Olivia had used, making his way over to her with a very small trace of concern in his face. He had no idea what he was doing before he realized he was hugging her, "you don't think Billy is doing this shit do you...?"