Lyn laughed into her phone as the elevator dinged and she stepped into her apartment. She hung up her bag, still talking.
"No, Tony, you are not to touch any of those forms until tomorrow. You'll get it all wrong and I'll…"
Lyn stopped mid-sentence. The apartment was dark. She flicked on the lights and gasped.
The whole apartment was broken. The paintings that used to be on the wall were on the floor, bar one, which was embedded in the sofa. Books with pages ripped out covered the dining room.
"Tony I…I think I've been robbed." She said into the phone. Tony encouraged her to stay on the line, he'd be right over. Lyn ignored his instructions and hung up. Lucas should be home. She ran to the bedroom. The bathroom door was open.
Inside, Lucas was sat up opposite the sink. He wasn't conscious, but his chest was moving up and down slowly. He looked like someone had beaten him half to death. The mirror was smashed, and some pieces of it were in his hair. Lyn rushed to his side, checking him over. Tears clouded her vision. He wasn't dead, he couldn't be dead. Not Lucas. Not now. They had plans. He mentioned having children the other night. She checked his hands. In one was a clump of black hair, and the other had bits of the broken mirror stuck in it. She didn't understand. Had he fought? No. The hair was his. She began to sob. Heavy footsteps behind her made her look around. Tony stood there in the suit. He knelt down next to her.
"He needs help." she managed to say after a minute or so. Tony nodded.
"He'll get it."