Detecting, "Don't ask me about old lady Semple's pension check no more," Rath watched as the figure ran out of the pool-hall and entered a hanger. Stepping through the doorway, his ears detected crying. Following the sound led him into some barrels. Behind this barrels, he found the source of the crying.
"Excuse me," brought frightened eyes upon him, "Can I ask what's wrong?"
"They said I wet the bed."
"Oh. What happens when that question gets asked?"
"Boom, they burn, boom."
"Then they shouldn't ask an important person like you that question. Need to teach they some respect."
Getting up, "Respect, boom," walking out of the hanger and towards the motor pool.
"That should buy them some time," thought Rath slowly fading away.
Opening his eyes, Rath sat up. Looking around, realized he was in a bedroom. Laying beside him was Kate. His thigh still was sore from that knife wound.
"A dream," he concluded returning to sleep.