Neil lies in a fog of pain. He is heavily sedated. The edges of the world are indistinct. He is jarred into semi-consciousness by a knock. The door opens. The solid blue bodies of Sheriff Jackson and Officer Briggs fill the room.
“Hey Neil,” Jackson says, gently laying a large hand on Neil’s shoulder. “How do you feel?”
Neil blinks up at the wall of blue.
“Feel up to answering a few questions for us?”
Neil nods slightly.
“Good boy. We just want to know what you remember. Everything and anything... think back.”
Neil’s throat is scratched, his voice rusty from lack of use. “I found Chip, with Brian and Tom… they were holding Lisa Handel down… all of them. Chip was on top of her. How is Lisa? Is she alright?”
“She’s fine son, fine,” Jackson says … “Now what happened after that?”