"What are you doing?" Halo yelled, reaching for my hand.

"Stop! Just keep eating your food," I put my hand underneath the other side of the bar, searching. I came across a small pistol taped to the wood. I ripped it off, brought the pistol to me.

"Is it loaded?"

June's aged, spotted hands quivered uncontrollably. Too afraid to move, think or speak. I pointed the pistol at her.

"IS IT LOADED?"

"YES!"

I stuffed the pistol in my pocket. ...