Zoey looked at Marcus with his head in his hands. She had always been jealous of how he could wear his heart on his sleeve. They had both lost a father recently, and she understood his feelings. Zoey remembered Marcus' Pop, always helping customers at the shop, he had a certain air about him that made everyone comfortable, that made the comic shop a second home. His dad had introduced her to some of her favorite books Lumberjanes, Rat Queens, freaking Saga. He was a cool guy, if not for him she wouldn't have met Marcus or everyone else here either. She'd be alone.

Now he was gone, just like Papá. A victim of this city, no, of it's criminals. At least Zoey's family had got a life insurance claim...Marcus' was left with a shop, that needed attention and the constant reminder of his dad.

[color=39b54a]"He's right."[/color] she muttered to the group, [color=39b54a]"If we all think about it...this city is our home, it might have taken things from us. But, I grew up here. I remember when I could walk through the pier, and didn't have to worry about being abducted or raped...or killed by some thug"[/color] she took a deep breath and continued [color=39b54a]"I want my brother and sister to have the same type of childhood I did, I want my family, and you guys to be safe. Nobody else is going to do it..."[/color]

Zoey could feel her face turning red as she spoke. She knew she sounded ridiculous, but she wasn't the only one, and she wasn't going to leave Marcus hanging.