James hadn't planned on meeting Bobby after her classes, but he thought it might be a nice surprise, not to mention the fact that he was in the area anyway after a sale. He headed down the road he knew she took home, hands in his pockets.
He was startled to see her, not only crouched down in the middle of the road, but sobbing hysterically in the middle of the road. What the fuck? James rushed toward her. "Bobby? What's wrong?!"
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Damn. People always had to interrupt things, didn't they?
Grunting, Chris slowly released control, feeling that extension slip back into his head. First scene of the crime- skid marks- disappeared, then the blood stains, and finally James himself faded into nothingness. He eyed the two of them for a moment, before disappearing back into the alley. The last thing he needed was to get sucked into whatever coping mechanism was about to take effect.