The night had gone to hell. Everyone went from havin a good time, to gun shots goin off everywhere, to Stack's bled out body in Smoke's lap. Everything was ruined. Sammie had the idea to leave Stack in the office of the juke joint just to keep him there for a while.

It wasn't long until his voice came from the other side of the door. Silence....that's all that came from anyone. Naw...you saw him bleed out, you saw Mary chewin the shit outta his neck, he can't be alive.

"Stack...? You aight man?" Smoke's tone was weary, cautious, and confused. You cautiously crept closer towards the door as Smoke whispered your name. Putting your ear to the door, you waited...and waited. "Stack? Baby are you okay?"

"Hey baby... you just gonna leave me standin' out here, or you gonna come open this door 'fore I start thinkin' you don't want me no more?"