And the shot reverberated inside his chest violently, like the sound of a rock hurtling into a peice of warped, soggy wood; a dull thud like the sound a shoe hitting a carpeted floor, followed by silence. Resounding, complete and absolute, silence. A cold silence. An empty silence. And I just stood there and stared like a child, small, and could not bring myself to look away. I stood there for what seemed like forever, and it was forever, listening to the echo of silence.