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Night Terror tilts his head back to her, but Blitz is long gone. He puffs out a sigh, then crouches down, notepad back in lap, and tries very hard to push the last few minutes out of his mind.

Night Terror spins around and looks down. Two men in expensive suits approach the Caldero’s front door.

Blitz and Night Terror – both tense and silent – glare at each other, until Blitz breaks the stare-down to look past him.

Blitz now takes her own step back, looking at Night Terror with new fire in her eyes.

Night Terror yanks his hand free from Blitz’s grasp, and uses it to swipe her other hand from his shoulder. He takes a step back.

Night Terror shakes with anger. Blitz reaches out to take his shaking finger, then the rest of his hand, into her own. She pulls his hand down near their sides, and places her other hand on his trembling shoulder.

Night Terror spins around in anger to face her, throwing a finger up to Blitz’s face.

Night Terror is trying desperately to ignore her prodding, keeping his back to her and his eyes pointed down street level. Blitz continues on.

Night Terror turns his back to Blitz, and tries to focus down at the street’s activity below.

Night Terror ignores her, bending down to retrieve his notepad.