"She can't! She thinks that she can get to you, but she can't!" Martin is midway to hysterics now, and on any other day he would have been soothed by the kiss to his his bandaged knuckles, but today-- today, two dozen people were dead because of him. "If she shows her face to me again- she better not. If she knows what's good for her, she won't let me see her again."

And then a sudden choked, gasping breath. Just as quickly as the fire and fight came, it's extinguished, because Martin is abruptly having a hard time breathing.

"Some of my neighbors had children, Jon."