Matt turned pale. "She WHAT? She's been-" he stopped, trying to avoid attracting attention. He rubbed his eyes and gritted his teeth in frustration. They were so close! How could this have happened when they were so close to escape? He took a deep breath and opened his eyes.

"Wait, is she alive? You said she was shot, but is she alive? We have to go back." He go out of seat, pushing past others at the bus stop to head for the alley. He glanced down it and saw the woman, flat on the ground in a pool of blood. He could see from where he was that she wasn't breathing, but she might still be alive. He needed an ambulance. Matt turned around to call for help when he saw the bus arrive. He could either escape now and leave the woman, or he could save the woman, if she was alive, and risk death again. Sweat rolled down his face and he considered his choices. He had less than sixty seconds to save a life. Freya or the scientist?

No. He couldn't save them both...on his own. An idea sparked in his mind. A crowd of people were waiting for the bus, less than ten feet from the alley. He ran back and grabbed the nearest person, a male teenager listening to music through earbuds. Before he could object, Matt pulled him to the alley and pointed him in the direction of the woman. The teen's face went pale and his mouth dropped open.

"HEY! SOMEONE GOT SHOT!" he screamed, gesturing wildly towards the alley.

By the time the crowd had turned and the police had been called, Matt had taken his seat on the bus, two rows from the back. He smiled slightly. There was no way the killer would open fire on a group of civilians standing ten feet from an open street. He hoped that the woman would make it, but for now he had other things to worry about. Such as Freya. He glanced around to see if she was on the bus as well.