[ Another firm strike to the face, and Matt can feel cartilage and bone beneath his knuckles as the thug goes down in a crash of limbs, slamming into the wall. He shouts out in pain, but he still seems to be made of sterner stuff, tripping Matt to climb over him and lock him in while blood spurts everywhere. Something small and shiny slips out from a pocket, landing with a soft tink! to the floor not too far from where Matt is working to free himself from a blood-smeared head-lock.
The woman, shaken by the sudden sight of blood has to take a second or two before she looks back in Dorothy's direction and allows her to guide her away from the violence.
My room? Oh, yes. Yes, it's just there, just behind them., she says. I was just trying to get back home. ]
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The woman, shaken by the sudden sight of blood has to take a second or two before she looks back in Dorothy's direction and allows her to guide her away from the violence.
My room? Oh, yes. Yes, it's just there, just behind them., she says. I was just trying to get back home. ]