There was a noise. At first Paige thought it was her imagination but it definitely sounded like the front door bell. She froze, listening desperately.

"Hello? Craig? Paige?"

Paige leapt to her feet at the sound of her boss's voice. "HELP!" she cried, running over to the door. "Please! We're locked in here!"

"What on earth?" She heard the jingling of keys then the sound of the padlock being unlocked and finally the door opening. He gasped upon seeing the two of them. "Oh my goodness, what happened?"

"Quick, call 911," Paige told him. "Someone robbed us and Craig got shot. He's really hurt." She tried her best to stay calm as he hurried away to do so. She knelt beside Craig and took his clammy hand in hers.

"You're gonna be okay," she whispered. "You're gonna be fine. Everything's gonna be fine."

After what seemed like a millennium, Paige finally heard the wailing sirens of the ambulance. Two paramedics rushed into the room with a stretcher between them.

"What happened?" one of them asked her as the other began to check Craig's vital signs.

Paige quickly explained what had happened. "Is he going to be okay?"She wrung her hands together anxiously.

"We'll let you know as soon as we know," he told her. They loaded Craig into the ambulance.

"I'll drive you to the hospital," Lou offered, as the doors shut and the ambulance sped away. He looked almost as shaken as Paige felt.

"Thanks," Paige replied quietly. "I should try and get in touch with his family first though." She went into the office to get her purse and took out her cell phone. Her hands were shaking as she dialed information and asked for the phone number for Joey Jeremiah.

After several rings, he finally answered the phone, sounding out of breath.

"Hi, this is Paige Michaelchuck, I'm a friend of Craig's from school."

"Oh, right he mentioned you. Didn't you go to high school with him also?"

"Yeah." Paige took a deep breath. "Um, well we work together at the photo shop and tonight we were robbed."

Joey was silent on the other end for a second. "I-is he...are you two okay?"

"I'm fine. But, um, Craig got shot in the shoulder. The ambulance just took him to the hospital." Paige bit her lip as she waited for a response.

"But, is-is he okay? But h-he's okay right? Oh God."

"I'm sure he's going to be okay, Mr. Jeremiah. I'm going to head over there right now and I'll let you know as soon as they tell me." Paige realized that her hands were balled into fists so tightly, her nails were digging into her palms. She relaxed her hands and told herself that what she was saying was really true.

"I-I've got to get there," Joey mumbled distractedly. "Someone's gotta watch Ange...Caitlin can do it." He suddenly seemed to remember that he was on the phone. "Ok, I'm gonna leave right away and catch the first flight I can. Here's my cell phone number, call me as soon as you know anything, please."

"Sure, absolutely," Paige promised. She took down the number then hung up.

"You ready?" Lou said from the doorway.

Paige nodded. As ready as I'll ever be.