Frowning, he replied, "Then I guess there's no helping it. Go on. He'll still be waiting if I know him."

Alex was waiting outside the door in a cold sweat. The images had come back. The school, the kids. Jonesy getting shot. Getting stabbed. Then...... Shivering, Alex composed himself. He didn't want to confirm whatever the director was saying. There was a deep-seated grudge there. Sighing, Alex watched the door open slowly, and dreaded what might happen next.