The whole scene was blurry for Izzy. Just as soon as Pablo had drawn the gun, he was lying cold on the floor with another man on top of him…but who? Izzy scrambled to her feet and watched as the man writhed on the floor. She had never seen him before but she guessed he may have been one of the neighbours.

“E voce aprovado? You okay?” she said shaking him. He blinked, almost dazed.

“Gun…he had a gun…” he muttered as he began writhing again.

“I think you hit your head, bonito,” Izzy said, dragging him off of Pablo and into the bedroom, and onto the bed, “But, its a good thing you did. Now stay here.” She ran to the doorway to take care of Pablo. He was gone, the only thing left behind was a trail of blood from where he had presumably split his head open on impact.

“Foda!” she shouted, shutting the door quickly and bolting it tight. She wasn’t sure what to do, the police wouldn’t help her, she was a foreigner…and one involved in a lot of trouble.