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[center][color=D9E0F9][h1]Tiffany Lyle[/h1][/color]
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[i]Tiffany and Ray's home
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Pleasant dreams filled her night. It wasn't often she was able to sleep peacefully. Even joining Newnan didn't put her mind to rest. It was hard not to think about the dangers the world now brought. However, last night put her at ease. She still had a job to do, she still had to face each day with the possibility that it could be her last, but she was also able to unwind and relax a bit.

It also helped that she had Ray.

Morning came. She felt the peck on her forehead as Ray got up. She remembered doing the same to him a bit ago. She didn't want to get up just yet, plus she figured she would give Ray some time to get showered and ready before she did so. The bed was too comfy this morning. She wanted to lay in it all day, but she knew that wouldn't be the case. She opened her eyes finally and sat up in bed, rubbing the tired from her face. A new day approached and she had to get mentally and physically ready.

That's when she heard the gunshot. She gasped audibly. Swiftly, faster than she saw him move before, Ray was on top of her, checking her self. It touched her that he was protective, but she couldn't help but we worried and scared. A gunshot in Newnan usually meant trouble. [color=D9E0F9]"I'm fine, really! I wasn't shot."[/color] She looked around as well. There were no gunshot holes anywhere, but the sound could be heard. [color=D9E0F9]"That was a gunshot. Are we under attack?"[/color] It was a possibility, but maybe something else happened. Whatever it was, her gut told her it was trouble.