A few months later after the shooting incident, Richard was yet again in the Police station, sulking. Richard was to obsessed with the fact that since he was in hospital he had not seen Corrine his life was becoming almost un-bearable. Richard had turned into a empty shell, an empty shell that did as he was told and no longer took charge of anything. Richard had become as cold as ice to everyone around him, locking himself in his mind that swirled with thoughts and Images of Corrine. Richard didn't even notice amount of whispers and looks he was attracting. Boris, Scouser and Becky were all stood a few feet from him, whispering together in a small huddle. "What happened to him, why is he like that I thought he only got a bullet in the shoulder" Becky whispered while Boris replied "I don't know but accident well shootings can do that to someone can you remember poor P.C Michael?"
"Come off it Boris he got shot in the head and survived…. just" Scouser said "Scouser there are things worse than death, to be forever blind to the world and in a coma that's different Id rather die" Boris replied
"If you want my opinion I think Richard looks like he's pining for someone, he's turned cold as if to tear himself away from people so he doesn't get hurt yet again" beck shrugged before walking off. Richard who had heard none of this continued to sulk and stare aimlessly out of the window, his mind still swirling with Corrine. 'Come off it Ric you cant wait forever forget her' he thought silently to himself he looked around and as he met people eyes they immediately turned away and whispered to their neighbour. Richard sighed heavily and stood up, most of his paper work fell off his desk; he had not cleaned up for weeks. Then he heard it, the thing he had been waiting for…a job. Rob walked up to him; he looked like he wasn't sure. Rob stopped in front of Richard "hey Richard there's a job for you, a flat has been broken into we need someone to go immediately, the woman who lives there has locked herself in the bathroom she thinks the burglar may still be inside." Richard smiled if he had to get his life back on track he best do it now. "Thanks Rob just what I needed" Richard replied enthusiastically which startled Rob a bit. Richard walked around him "Alright everyone listen up, there's a flat been burgled on Maple street, the flat number is 625 the block of flats themselves is at the end of the road, which ends in a cul-de-sac with only one escape route, the alley that goes down the side of the flats. Scouser, Becky and Boris I want you to come with in the car. "Lets go people I also want you armed and ready to fire there is a potential hostage so someone call the negotiators just in case" Richard ran to the door at the end of the room he looked back everyone was staring at him, surprised and shocked. "Come on don't gawp let's go!" Richard ran out of the room and back through the police station to the car park where he swung himself onto the gigantic black monster, that was his bike. Richard revved up the throttle and smiled as he threw his helmet from the handles, he never wore any sort of bike protection. Today he was wearing his black jeans and his black tank top that revealed his arm muscles that wound up his arm and to his torso like rope. Richard hesitated and turned around and grabbed a coat from the next bike. It was a long leather one; Richard thought it completed the total badass look. Richard revved up again and span around so he was facing the road. He gave one short glance in either direction, before he sped off dangerously, 40 miles over the speed limit. Richard concentrated on the road ahead instead of the fact that he was a copper who was breaking the law. Richard shrugged slightly and continued to drive his bike towards his goal. Soon he arrived at Maple Street he smiled and sped down it, stopping just in time. Richard jumped off his bike before it stopped and he jumped so high that it looked as if he was flying. Richard pulled out his gun and walked steadily and purposefully towards the door. He pushed it open it creaked slightly and he stopped listening for any sounds of footsteps. Richard heard none and walked up the stairs he passed 620, 621, 622, 623, and 624 he paused outside 625 listening for any hint of a noise within it. Richard took a deep breath and stepped back from the door. Richard then raised his leg and kicked the door forcefully it flew off its hinges in one blow he shouted "Police" and the ran inside his gun held in front of him, ready to shoot any man or woman who did not belong where he was. Richard heard some movement from the door in front of him. He had emerged into a long corridor which was red carpeted and had four doors leading off it. Richard walked forwards peering into each of the room he came to. The living room was empty and silent, the kitchen was also empty of an intruder but the kettle was boiling. Richard looked at the door at the end of the corridor again. The doorknob was turning and there was someone coming out. Richard raised his gun and placed his finger on the trigger, squeezing it lightly. The doorknob rattled again and the door clicked open ever so slightly "This is the police come out with your hands up!" Richard shouted. Richard then heard a gasp and a sob of joy, the door flung open and there in the doorway framed by the light from the lamp and the brightness of the yellow in the bathroom stood one woman, the woman who Richard had been dieing to see, the woman he had hoped fate would deliver to him and so it had. For in the doorway stood Corrine possibly more beautiful than ever. Richard smiled at the sight of her, but his face dropped as Corrine stepped out of the light. Corrine's right eye had a fresh bruise just appearing and her nose was bleeding heavily. Richard sighed to himself 'How did I not notice?' he thought. "Corrine" he whispered to her lowering his gun "What happened to you, is he still here?" Richard asked looking at Corrine totally horrified and overcome with grief. Before Richard could do anything before he could even talk anymore or before Corrine could even answer one of his questions, she began to cry silently Richard thought his heart would burst from the pain of it all, he had not been there, he had not protected her as he so wished to do. Corrine shook her head and cried "He's gone" she whimpered before throwing herself into Richard arms. Richard was taken by surprise at this action and he too closed his eyes as he felt Corrine, racking shivering body next to his. Richard wrapped his arms about Corrine loving the warmth that it brought but also hating the pain they were both in. Richard himself was surprised at himself as a single silver tear leaked out from the corner of his eye and fell onto Corrine's head "I'm sorry Corrine I should have been here" Richard said looking at her, she raised her head slightly and looked deep into his eyes "You were here, in my heart" she whispered. Richard bent his head a little more and Corrine raised hers. Richard could see her eyes now he could see every tear that hung to her lashes, he could feel her breath against his skin. Their two mouths met delicately in a passionate kiss. Richard was once again shocked and he knew he must stop but he couldn't, he wanted the moment to last forever, he wanted them never to be drawn a part. Suddenly in a blaze of fire and light the couple was drawn back into their own supernatural world. Richard disappeared in a fit of flame and fire, and Corrine ebbed away in a tidal wave of light. Richard opened his eyes but soon closed them again, he was spinning round and round and round and round in a never ending dance with the fire and smoke that surrounded him, the soot flaked into his eyes and the fire scorched them. Richard clamped them shut, knowing only too well, where he was being transported.
