Not a single coherent thought crossed Jr.'s mind, because he was running on pure adrenaline and terror and sweat. Seeing those dead men on the floor, it hadn't come to him that he might be responsible for killing them, so disoriented he was. He might have gone on like that for a long time, if he hadn't been jarred out of his shock by the sound of someone calling out. It took him a few moments, but he was finally able to force himself to speak.

"I'm here...I think."