The next morning Lee got up out of bed, having not slept a wink. She figured she'd do what she had done Friday morning: go downstairs, have some breakfast, sit outside and watch the sunrise.

Lee had heard Dom and the other man talking downstairs. They thought it was fine to leave the ammo and arms in the garage, they had the name of the dealer anyway, so they could probably get the same weapons for less. She never particularly liked hearing people talk business, but frankly she agreed with them. She just couldn't imagine what they needed with that many arms, though she wasn't really sure she wanted to, either.

Having suitably freed her mind from the cold thoughts of last night's "business", she padded softly down the stairs and headed toward the kitchen. It was early in the morning and the sun hadn't even begun to rise yet; she'd probably have time for a good breakfast. Something to look forward to.

She guided herself through the downstairs of the house and into the doorway of the kitchen, stubbing her toe on a pair of boots sitting in the corner. She assumed they belonged to the man who was staying there since she hadn't seen them before.

"God damn it," she whispered to herself, grabbing her foot. When the throbbing pain finally subsided, she flipped the light on. She nearly screamed, startled at a bruised up Marty sitting in the dark kitchen. His lip had been busted and both of his eyes were blackened; it looked as if somebody had taken a baseball bat to his face. Considering what Dom had done the night before at the meeting, she wouldn't put much past him.

"Oh my god, Marty..." she began. Marty shook his head and rolled his eyes.

"Don't make a big deal of it. It happens, get used to it," he stated flatly. Her eyes grew wide as she stared at his wounds, gently running her index finger down the side of his face. He immediately jerked his head away and kept it still on a tilt. Lee could tell he was looking at her out of the corner of his eye, but she just kept staring at him sympathetically.

"Did Dom do this?" she asked, her voice accented by apparent irritation. Marty looked at her expressionlessly at first, but then shifted his eyes down to the table.

"Like I said, it happens." Lee shook her head.

"Damn it Marty, why do you take that off of him?" Judging by Marty's look, she figured he'd thought the same thing she did, even as the words escaped her mouth. She didn't know why she even bothered to ask, she already knew the answer. "Well, why did you get into this in the first place, then?" Marty looked up from the table and stared her dead in the eyes.

"Same reason you did."

Lee's looked at him for a moment, taken aback at what he said. Soon her eyes narrowed angrily. She wasn't really sure who exactly she was angry at, though; herself for getting into this, Dom for getting her into this, or Marty for pointing it all out to her.

"Look, Lee, I fucked up. I shot Joe. Dom had a right to be pissed." Lee glared at him.

"He had no right beating the shit out of you..."

"Yeah, Lee. That's what happens when a lowlife freeloader makes the mistake of killing an important man." Lee scowled.

"Yeah, he was so important Dom let him take the fall for his crime."

"He was dead, Lee. It wasn't worth it to get him out of there."

"Why are you making excuses for him?"

"Because I deserved it, Lee. That's it. Stop feeling sorry for me, damn it. People have felt sorry for me all my life; I'm sick of it. Maybe if somebody had believed in me instead of pitying me I would be more than a..."Marty stopped himself. "Look, he can't risk me shooting his men in the middle of battle. It could've been anybody. It could've been Dom, or even you."Lee closed her eyes, not wanting to admit that Dom was in the right.

"I guess that's how they handle things around here," she thought to herself. It was true. People had no time for patience, they only had time to think of their own gains and losses and try to make something of themselves in the crime infested city. Not like it mattered much anyway, they would only end up dieing at the hands of a stronger nothing following their lead. None of it made sense to Lee, no matter how hard she tried.

After several moments of silence, Marty spoke again.

"You look tired. You should go get some sleep." Lee shook her head.

"I tried, I can't sleep." They sat in silence for a few more moments before Lee finally spoke again. "You ever watch a Florida sunrise?"