Distraught, but okay

You see Todd is sitting on the front steps of your porch holding your revolver. Some blood is seeping out of the wound that was caused by Jack. He has his face buried in his free hand.

"Todd."

Todd is startled and immediately points the revolver at you before he realizes it's you.

"Alana," he exclaims as he leaps off the steps and hugs you, " I was so worried. I woke up and you were gone. I thought I would never see you again."

He pulls back slightly from the hug and goes to give you a kiss, but he stops and just gives you a strange look. You know what he is looking at as you realize that you never wiped Sam's cum off your face.

"What the fuck did they do to you?"

Instead of answering, you just look down, you can't bear to look him in the eye right now.

"It's all my fault, I couldn't protect you. I'm so sorry, Alana." You try to convince him that he isn't at fault for this, but he doesn't seem to buy it. He opens the cylinder on your revolver and checks to see if it's loaded before closing it.

"I'm going to kill those assholes for what they did to you. Where did they take you?"