Ramo carried Katrina in his arms. "No, he didn't say which car was his. I guess we could just wait for him." He continued to walk, arriving at the shooting range.

James jogged out of the cafe, and down the street to the shooting range. He took out his car keys from his pocket, and jogged up to Daisy and the others. "Hey, my car is just over here." He pressed a button on his keys, and the car unlocked. He climbed into the driver's seat, dumping his backpack beneath his legs. He started the car.

Ramo sat down in the back seat, putting Katrina next to him and putting the seatbelt around her. He then proceeded to put on his own seatbelt.