A man with a gun

You freeze as soon as you spot the man. He raises his hands, pointing a pistol right at you. Your hand instinctively drops to your waistband before you realize that your revolver is still inside the house.

"Reaching for a weapon would be a very bad idea," the man suddenly tells you. "Hands on the table."

You do as he says and place your hands on the table next to your seat. "The last people to hold a gun on me aren't breathing anymore." You don't know why you decided to threaten this man, but you guess it's because you are already angry and this asshole is just making you more pissed off than anything else.

"You really shouldn't threaten someone holding you at gunpoint, darling. Now I'm gonna give you one chance to tell me what happened to the woman who was living here."

"Sarah?"

"Yeah, where is she, why are you here?"

"Sarah saved my life, she's inside the house now."

"I'm just supposed to trust you? How do I know you don't have friends in there?"

You start to answer the man, but you are interrupted by the sound of Sarah's voice.

"Aaron!" Sarah yells as she runs out of the door and hugs the man. "I thought I lost you too. Where the hell have you been?"

"I ran into some unexpected trouble. Took me a while to get out of it. I see you picked up a guest while I was gone."

"A couple of guests, actually. Come on inside, I'll introduce you."

You get up and follow them inside, steadying yourself with your cane.