Aimee hops in back too... but at least claps her right hand on Judith's back before she does so.

"Hang in there, Deadeye."

Judith makes her way to the front of the truck and climbs into the front by Jack. She stares at the floor dully.

The others get in. Mike sits miserably next to Aimee, holding his face, with blood oozing down his chin. Jack pulls away, and calls base to send a crew over to clean up. He heads towards the mansion.

"You ok, Merari?"

yeah.

Judith responds quietly, her eyes not leaving the floor.

I'm fine, Mike is the one who should be helped.

"Mike... Mike doesn't seem to feel pain much. And the doctors will take good care of him. But I can't imagine whats going on in your head right now."

Jack continues to drive through the nighttime streets.

Aimee can't halp but notice the dripping and oozing Mike.

"Must've hurt like a bit**," she manages, imagining the near-hollow socket. "Is it GONE?"

Merari just stares at the floor silently, she tries to say something for a moment then stops. She seems a loss for words. After all what could she say? She didn't even understand it herself, so how could she put it into words. She didn't want to think of it, it was just too much and she was spent.

Mike turns to AImee and growls at her.

"I dont f--king know. I haven't been able to look at it exactly, now have I?"

Mike shakes his head in disgust, and goes back to his muttering. Eventually Jack pulls the truck into the Mansion grounds, and stops it, putting his head against the wheel and sighing.

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