Claire slowly stood up leaning against the truck for a moment looking at Matt. Her eyes were just empty for a few moments until she realized Jack mentioned Chris and her eyes lit up again. She quickly ran offto find him. As she ran though everything kept running through her head. She was still just so confused. Why did everything have to be so wrong now? Then Jack scolded her for trying to protect him!? Then there was the fact that she didn't hear a single shot come from Chris's direction. 

She eventually found where he was though...The gun Jack had handed him not long ago lay there on the ground infront of her. Then some stuff from his back pack had fallen out too. She slowly fell to her knees tears swarming her eyes as she picked up two of his zippo lighters, and the key to the Ducati back at the front building. "No...No..No no no NO!" She kept saying the word to herself. Chris couldn't be gone! They weren't ever supposed to be seperated! Why now? How could this be? They'd been so careful up until now. No...This was too convienient. They meet Jack and then this happened? Could he have something to do with this? Or maybe that other group? Who could she trust!? She put the lighters in her own back pack and put the Ducati key in her pocket. She then reached for the gun but instead hugged herself and just screamed. "Chris!" She would find him. This couldn't be the end for the two of them being together, she wouldn't allow it to be. And she would kill anyone who got in her way. Screw what was right or wrong. All that mattered was getting Chris back.