Myka looked over at her cousin, seeing that Jack Harkness was right - her cousin was pale. She pressed her knee harder against him, causing him to cry out in pain. "I swear to God, if something happens to her, I'm going to kill you. You'd better be telling the truth about having given her anything," she told him.
As Jack carried Cait out of the room, she looked over at John, seeing that he wanted to follow them. But he stayed with her, and once Fred and Jack Carter had left, they pulled MacPherson up off the floor and pushed him against the wall.
Not only was he bleeding from the gun shot wound, he was also bleeding from several other wounds, obviously caused by the bed springs littering the ground.
"Fred do that to you with those?" John asked. When MacPherson nodded, John snorted. "Good."
"You know I'll get to the Warehouse sooner or later. They tried to lock me up before, and it didn't work. It won't work this time either," MacPherson said with a cough, obviously fighting against the pain from his injuries. "And when I come, all of you will die along with Arthur."
Myka looked at him before reaching into her pocket. "I don't think so," she whispered, pulling out a camera. When MacPherson saw it, he went pale just before Myka took his picture. There was a bright flash, and MacPherson disappeared as the camera spit out the polaroid.
"Burn the picture back at the Warehouse?" John asked in a rough voice.
Myka nodded before they headed out to join the others and head back to the Warehouse. As John climbed in the back seat with the other Jack and his wife, wrapping his arms around her, Myka got in front with Fred and Jack.