"YOU'D BETTER RUN!" she hollared after the lot of them, grabbing a bottle and throwing it at the last stragglers who scurried out, sending it smashing on the door. The rest of the customers either cheered or took no notice. Ann in the meantime, took the quiet lull to rush around and tend to James. "James!" she said, kneeling by his side. His lip was bust and he looked in bad shape, and Ann stroked his cheek to try and rouse him. "James, are you with me? James..."