A shot, a flash of light and excruciating pain fills me. The blast was sufficient to knock me down. I lay here, I'm wet; the shattered pieces of the bottles litter my floor. But the liquid's warm. It takes a moment before I realise that I'm bleeding. I'm helpless and I'm bleeding. Gasping I look up at my attacker, silhouetted against the window – I think it's a she. My eyes glaze; she stalks towards me and raises the gun again. She directs it at my head. It hits me like the bullet in my heart. I'm going to die.