It felt like hours had passed on that floor before Yi pulled Josh up and away from his, now dead, parents. They ran out of the church and started down the road. The whole time Josh felt like he was being dragged because he couldn't connect his brain to his body anymore. And the only thing that he could see was that sight, not the city streets all around them. They continued to run, bassoon tucked within the duffel, as they made their way somewhere safe.
It was now approaching 11 o'clock and the concert was long over by now. Yi and Joshua rested on a bed in some cheap hotel room. This was not how he envisioned his final show going. He imagined himself playing the David Concertino in front of everyone. Not running for his life while his parents lay back in some room forgotten. He tried not to think about it. He decided to ask Yi some more questions instead.
"Who is this man my parents were after?" Joshua suddenly broke the silence to ask.
Since Josh met Yi, he had always spoken with a sarcastic and playful tone. Apparently after years of witnessing death, you need some sort of coping mechanism. This time however, Yi spoke with a saddened tone. This death must have been hard on him just as it was for Josh. "The gang your parents were after is called the Triad. They had moved from Hong Kong to Los Angeles. The gang follows orders from their head honcho; a guy nicknamed "Four Fingers". He actually lost the fifth when he was up against your parents. Your mom cleaned his pinky finger right off." Yi seemed to say that last part with some real pride; lifting his spirit momentarily. This group mostly extorts wealthy businessmen and your parents were just starting to get close to him when he disappeared for a week. Then he reappeared but in New York and with the help of a local gang, managed to find where you were."
Joshua could tell those feelings about his parents were coming back in strong waves. He ran to the bathroom to puke again. Every time he thought about them, all he could picture were their dead bodies lying on the floor of the pastor's office. Then he would want to vomit and hopefully relieve himself of all that emotion. He missed them so much but knew that they weren't coming back. Now that Josh knew more about this Triad group and what they had done, he felt even sicker. There was only one way he knew of getting this feeling to go away; He had to find a way to stop Four Fingers.
The next morning Yi woke up early. Joshua was always a light sleeper so he head him wondering about. Josh looked up past his covers to see what Yi was doing. He saw him pick up the duffel bag containing his bassoon and head for the door. Joshua jumped up and stopped him. "Where do you think you're going?"
Yi turned around, looking like he was about to tell him that his dog had died; not that a dog compared to anything he experienced in the past 12 hours. "I'm going to stop Four Fingers. You should stay here where it's safe. I don't want you joining them anytime soon."
Josh looked down and thought about how to answer. Normally, something like this would send him back to the comfort of his dorm and let Yi do his job. But now there was nothing normal left and Josh wanted to avenge his parents too. He didn't care what happened afterward. "I'm coming with you anyway. Those were my parents. I at least deserve to be there." Yi could see that he was not going to be swayed. He then pulled out a black handgun and handed it to Joshua.
"Welcome to the club, kid."