He closed his eyes again. A mistake was made. This time when he opened them, the child who was cradling a bear moments ago, was torn apart, burned, and covered in blood. She opened her mouth to ask a simple question, a question he didn't have the answer to. "What did you let us all go for?" He can't answer because his memories are all messy and clouded. The girl doesn't stop there. She starts coming closer to him. Is it some sort of mind trick or is reality really coming undone before his very eyes? Flustered, he pulls his gun out of its holster, and aimed at the girl.
