Terra sat there for a second, not recognizing the voice right off the top of her head. She was about to ask who it was when the phone hung up. She pulled the phone away, as if to make sure it had really disconnected... yes, it had. She set down the phone before looking at the door. Realization slowly set in; O'Harron?

The first thing that hit him was the smell. It was sweet, disgustingly sweet. He pressed a hand to his face, only to intensify the underlying throbbing in his head. His whole body ached... and the noises from the street made him feel nauseous. He opened his good eye, looking up to see a man standing over him.

"Hey, buddy... you alive?"

"Yeah..." he grunted, it took him a minute but he finally managed to push himself up and out of the trash. He gave the man a once over, evaluating him before not pinning him as an immediate threat. "I'll live..."
As his body slowly adjusted, he felt the sharp sting on his hand. There was an X underneath the blood on the pillow of his thumb, just like the victims. He looked back up the the man, "Don't suppose you saw who threw me out here?" He said closing his hand and putting it in his pocket.

The man watched as they left. Trouble finds everyone...