He was still. No emotions on his face, no spark in his eyes. Blank. She rounded the corner to the alley way and stopped, dropping all the bags in her hand, with no hesitation she slowly began to make her way to the end of the alley way, her pace began quicker, and soon running to him. She stood infront of him and looked patches were everywhere on his clothes and the brick walls, yet she knew it wasn't his, But by the looks of it she wasn't sure if it was enob that got ahold of whoever it was, or the other self. Bone, He never looked up at her, And yet she went down to his level and brought his head onto her shoulder. "Bone." She felt a small gasp of air from him, and she held him closer; tighter. "It's not your fault."