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In the depths of his dream, Ken was filled with those violent emotions once more, he was back on the big black, roller coaster ride again, the one he had managed to stop and disembark from a long time ago. He sat and let the feelings wash over him whilst he waited for it to stop. Ken knew he wouldn’t have any problems getting off this time, he had managed it once before and he would do it again. He had too much to live for, other things to do and other places to go. Of that he was certain. Yeah, he would get off at the first available stop – he let his inner thoughts take charge.
He and his men had done what best they could, administered as much first aid as was possible, called for back up, directed people, reassured people, and not really done anything. There is not a lot can be done for a woman whose torso is split in two. She lies there looking up at him – eyes full of fear and knowing. He tries prevent her from looking down at the red and black mess that had been, up until two minutes ago, her own lower body. The scream of sirens and voices fades into his subconscious, Ken’s hands work automatically as he applies the shell dressings to her wounds, each dressing absorbs a pint of blood and the three he’s used are already soaked through, she’s bleeding to death and there’s nothing he can do.
His mind had shut the realities away, chucked them into that black box in the far corner of his mind. The woman had stayed with him, though. Sure, she had faded a bit over the years, but she was always there, hiding behind a façade of madness and fear with those blue eyes looking into his soul. The lifeless blue eyes of a beautiful, unnamed woman – Ken could see them now and they still didn’t blink. Some of his friends had left the forces soon afterwards; they had all seen bad stuff before, people get shot and friends die, it comes with the territory, but the market bomb… No, that one had been different for all of them, it had been almost personal and had changed them all in someway, changed some of them forever.