Walk over, wrap Joanna in your arms and silently hold her

Joanna doesn't need more bad news right now. You wordlessly wrap her gently but securely in your arms and place her head on your chest, softly running your hand through her hair.

"That does feel nice," Joanna whispers. "But... what's happening?"

The door opens and two cops walk in. "Miss Phillips? Mr. Howzer? I'm investigating s string of deaths that happened here," one of the cops states. "Will you come with me in the other room, Miss Phillips?" He guides the unresisting Joanna into the bedroom.

"What do you know about what happened?" the second cop asks you after the bedroom door closes.

"Not much to it," you say. "A couple of mob enforcers showed up and started attacking the next apartment over, Joanna & Ray's. I heard the commotion, joined the fight, and killed one of the bastards in self-defense before he could kill me."

"That seems to be the story we're getting from everybody," the cop grunts. "Do you have any idea why the mob was so pissed at Miss Phillips and Mr. Bergeron?"

"I don't know for a fact," you intone. "But I can make an educated guess. One and/or both of them probably owed some loan shark some money."

"That would be my hypothesis," the cop confirms. After a few more questions, he finishes up and waits for his partner to return.

Joanna emerges a few minutes later, looking like she's about to suffer an emotional breakdown. "She didn't take it well," the cop who was questioning her says. He looks at you. "I'll leave her in your care."

"Thank you both," the cop who was questioning you grumbles. "I always hate these multiple **** cases. I don't think we'll need either of you to do anything else." They both leave and lock the door behind them.

Joanna rushes at you, throws her arms around you and starts bawling. "Ray..." she gasps in between the tears. "He's..."

"I'll help you," you tell her, wrapping your arms around Joanna. "I'll be here."

You have no idea how long Joanna cries against your chest. When the tears stop, you hold her tightly and kiss her cheek softly. "Oh, Mark," Joanna murmurs. "You're an angel."

Well, she got the spiritual being part correct anyway, you think to yourself, silently laughing in your mind. She just got the wrong side of the spectrum. But what you say out loud is, "Come, Joanna. You need to rest." You guide her to the bedroom and give her a sleeping pill, which she swigs down with a gulp of water. As soon as she falls asleep, you remove her clothes and your own. You crawl under the covers with her and hold her naked, sleeping form from behind, wrapping your arms around her and cupping her breasts.