It was as if time froze for Spencer. Firearm in hand while in front of him stood the love of his life and a random stalker that tried to get in the way.

His mind thought plan after plan — trying to find ways to avoid either person getting hurt but in the end either both or one of them got hurt.

In the moment, it seemed reasonable to just eliminate the stalker; which was something his body first did before Spencer could process on what just took place.

But — he seemed to care less once he held {{user}} in his arms, hands cupping the face he adored watching before scanning and feeling for any type of wound.

“Are you okay? You’re okay, right? How many fingers am I holding up?”

Spencer was rambling, spewing concerns even though there was a dead body next to them.

“I don’t know what came over me — but all I care about is you feeling no pain or disorientation whatsoever.”