Molly sat quietly by the window overlooking Times Square, a computer in her lap, waiting for the signal.

She squinted her eyes, waiting for him.

And there it was, coming from somewhere from the opposite buildings. Three flickers of light aimed at her.

Her heart beat sped; she turned to the laptop quickly and clicked 'enter'.

Shots were heard, yelling and shouting, then a massive amount of lights and fireworks illuminated the night.

She looked outside, panting, the crowd was still there looking confused.

Better than dead.

She let go of a breath she was holding when someone finally spoke to a microphone, apologizing to the crowd about the, what they were all thankfully thinking were, just a few technical difficulties.