Dylan looked down at Alex slightly turned towards her computer, sensing the tension in the
room and saw that it was wrought across her face as well. "What is it?", Dylan asked with
concern and apprehension dripping from her voice. Alex turned back towards her computer
and sighed slightly. She turned back towards Dylan and shifted her eyes towards the carpet.
"This wasn't an accident", Alex said dangerously. "He knew it wasn't.", she said with a matter-
of-fact tone, as a few strands of dark hair fell over her face as to curtain her worry and
underlying fear. Alex had hacked into the Triple A® records and found out who's liscence
plate that crumpled piece of rubbish was. "That plate belongs to-" She was interrupted by
Natalie. "Come here! He's waking up!", she stated with a mile-wide smile. Alex scrambled
towards the other room, almost triping over her feet and Dylan ran in a loose gate towards
the door. They stopped and saw Natalie leaning over the bed. In the bed was the Thin
Man, still as bloody as ever...they were afraid that the slightest movement may send him
into shock or worse. Alex and Dylan regained their "cool" exterior and strutted over to the
side of the bed. Alex asked him in a calm and quiet voice, "How are you doing?" The Thin
Man visibly swallowed hard while closing his eyes and tilting his head back slightly. He
looked back up at them a blank look on his face, and tilted his head gently from side to side
as if to say, so-so. Then Alex asked, "Why did you leave?" The Thin Man looked down in
shame and then opened his mouth to speak, but nothing would come out. He opened his
eyes wide in confusion as he jerked his head back to look at Alex trying to convey his
replies vocally, but to no avail. Alex looked at him and said, "WAIT." She traced a thin gash
down his throat with her finger as a new coat of blood sprung from it, like some gothic stream.
"He's...mute."