Okay, this chapter is going to be a little different. For one, it's going to have first person point of views and will be told through Joanne, Collins, Mel, Mark and Mimi. No Roger though. Also, this has a cliffhanger ending, so I'll try and update quickly. And one last thing, I thought of a new idea- bonus chapters. This is a bonus chapter which means everyone who reviews this chapter will have the next one dedicated to them. The bonus chapters idea will apply to all of my stories and you'll be able to tell which chapters are bonuses if you read the author's note. And now onto the story!

Joanne

"I'm going to go call 911," I said, "And then try and find Collins."

True to my word I managed to find some loose change on the sidewalk (I didn't have any money or my cell phone on me) and called 911.

When that was taken care of I set off to find Collins.

"Collins!" I yelled, "Collins! Collins."

My voice faded in the darkness and it didn't seem right to be yelling at this hour. I steered clear of all the alleyways, praying that Collins wouldn't be in one, because I knew I'd never find him if he was.

To me, there was a person in every shadow, and it made my heart pound and my breath go short. I was terrified. I glanced every which way, walking quickly by suspicious looking alleys, which was basically all of them.

I soon found myself at the Cohen Café and saw a tall, Collins-y figure standing there, looking up at the sign.

"Collins!" I yelled, stopping to catch my breath, which was slowly going back to normal. With Collins around I finally felt safe.

Collins

After those cops had come I ran. Well, everyone ran. I don't know what happened to the others, but I could only hope they were okay. After a while I just began to wander the streets- the heat of moment had obviously died down. I found myself in front of the Cohen Café. I didn't remember walking there, but I guess I did it subconsciously. People tend to do a lot of things subconsciously, which I think is pretty amazing. I stopped and looked up at it's neon-glowing sign and remembered the days in New York City. The days of Angel and Benny. The days of freezing our asses off in the loft. The days of subways and homeless. Of Cyber Arts, of protests, of viva la vie boheme.

Something stung me, and it seemed to be a mix of sorrow and fear. I could understand the first, but the other…

"Collins!" someone shouted behind me.

I spun around and saw Joanne standing there, panting for breath.

"Hey Jo," I said happily, but my expression changed when I saw the pained look on her face, "What's wrong?"

"It's…it's Roger," she said, tears coming to her eyes, "Oh Collins, they shot him!"

I quickly ran over to Joanne and gave her a hug. "It's alright Jo, it's alright," I said soothingly, "Roger's going to be okay."

Mel

"I'll go to the apartment and get bail for Mark," I said, "I know he'll want to be here."

With that I took off towards the apartment, my mind racing along with my feet. My heels went 'click' 'click' 'click' on the pavement and I found it difficult to be able to run in them.

"Damn, I should've listened to Mark when he said not to wear such high heels to a casual party," I muttered, stopping only to take off my shoes before taking off in a sprint again, not caring about how wrecked my feet were going to be when this was all over.

As my blackening feet slapped against the sidewalk I heard them scream 'faster,' 'faster.' 'FASTER!' and I could do little but obey. Soon I found myself at the apartment and I dashed up the stairs and ran straight to my bed. Mark and I had saved up some money that we hid under the mattress for the baby. We had sworn never to use it for anything else, but I figured the baby could go without a few new outfits if it meant Mark would be out of jail. Not knowing how much bail for Mark would be, I simply grabbed the entire pile of bills and stuffed them in a purse before running back out the door.

Mark

I sat next to the crappy toilet in my cell. I'd already emptied my stomach of all it's contents and now I was dry-heaving and receiving sympathetic looks from some of the guards.

I wasn't even sure how I'd gotten sick. I was fine one moment, waiting anxiously for Mel and Mimi and Joanne to return with bail when this sick feeling shot through me. It was like one of them had been hurt somehow.

Through my pain I heard a familiar voice- Mel.

"Please," I heard her beg, her voice cracking slightly, "This is all I have!"

"Then he can't go," one of the guards said.

"Please," Mel begged, "I don't have time to go ask for more! This is all we have! Please, this is a matter of life and death!"

My mind buzzed with that and I barely heard the guard sigh and say, "Alright, fine."

I looked up from the toilet and saw Mel run to the stall and hop up and down impatiently as the guard came to open my cell. As soon as the door opened, Mel rushed to my side and started sobbing.

"You shouldn't be acting like this," I croaked, rubbing her back soothingly, "It's bad for the baby."

"It's all my fault," Mel said through sobs, "It's all my fault. They shot him, right there. He just shot him…"

I gently pushed Mel away and looked into her eyes with concern. "Who did they shoot?" I asked, dreading the answer.

"Roger," Mel whispered.

Mimi

I impatiently paced the waiting room. As soon as we'd reached the hospital the doctors and nurses had pushed me aside and taken Roger away, despite my pleading. Now they wouldn't even tell me how he was or what was going on.

I was just beginning to wonder where everyone was when Joanne and Collins burst in the door.

"How is he?" the asked in unison, which made me smile slightly.

However, my frown quickly returned. "I don't know," I answered, "They won't tell me anything."

"I'm sure that boy'll be fine," Collins said, putting a hand on my shoulder, "He's been through worse. Hell, we're all from New York City."

The three of us laughed half-heartedly and then fell silent.

Soon, Mark and Mel arrived.

"Sorry it took us so long," Mel apologized, "Mark wouldn't let me run."

"It's bad for the baby!" Mark said, and it sounded as if he'd said it numerous times already, "There's no point in harming someone if it's preventable."

Mel sighed, crossed her arms over her chest and rolled her eyes.

We were silent for a while before Joanne said, "We should call Maureen and Abby."

We all looked at her like she'd grown an extra head. "What?" I asked, "Why?"

"Abby and Maureen are our friends," she replied, "Maureen was part of our bohemian family in New York and Abby is one of the first people Roger met here."

I sighed. "Alright, fine," I muttered, "But I'm not calling."

"I'll call," Joanne said, "Does anyone have change?"

Collins dug a few quarters out of his jacket and handed it to Joanne, who ran off to the payphone.

Soon she returned and after that Abby and Maureen arrived.

"Pookie!" Maureen nearly yelled, giving Mark a hug, "Do you know how he is?"

Mel glared at Maureen and separated the two. "We don't yet," she said through clenched teeth.

"Is anyone here for Roger Davis?" a doctor asked, stepping into the waiting room.

We all stood up and the doctor nodded.

"Doctor, what's wrong?" I asked, not sure if I really wanted to know the answer.

"Mr. Davis is…"