Shock pulsated through Zara. She hugged herself as she looked at the second man's back. It was familiar. Far too familiar, actually. She held her breath when he turned around.

"Scott?"

It was really Scott. His face was twisted in a frown as he glanced at her. His eyes were also glistering like never before.

"What are you doing here?" she blurted out, glancing at the drunken man who was now wincing in pain on the floor.

Before Scott could utter a word, the man sat up, holding his back. He fired a finger pistol at his attacker and yelled, "Hey, do you want to die? I'm gonna kill you!"...