Clint had been through the door helping out in New York. He'd spent a little more than six hours there, but finally reached the point when he decided he needed a break. He was about to put his hand on the doorknob when he heard the screams.
"Abi!" He pulled the door open quickly and ran upstairs to the bedroom. As soon as the bedroom door came open he stopped, just staring at the bed. "No!" He knelt down beside the bed but he was too afraid to touch her. She looked liked she'd been blown up. But he had to check. He gingerly took her hand, checking for a pulse in her wrist.