He backs away just seconds before Abby’s light explodes outward. The counter glass shatters, spraying sharp shards, jewelry, and trinkets everywhere. The owner dives down, but not quick enough to avoid a sliver of glass slicing his soft arm.

Abby stumbles a step back; her light dimming as she calms herself down. She looks at the damage her outburst created, and regret washes over her face. But she quickly pushes those feelings aside, refocusing on her mission. She frantically, yet carefully, picks through the chunks of glass, metal and felted cardboard, until she pulls her necklace out from the wreckage.

She wraps the chain tightly around her hand, pressing the cross-shaped charm firmly into her palm. However, her relief is short-lived when the owner reappears – holding a gun in his blood-spotted hands.