The sirens, the lights. Everything, so loud. The music, still blasting, the people, the clothes. Everything, so hurried. The voices, the movements, the beat. Everything spinning into a wheel of loss.

Codi stood staring at the scene with a a blanket wrapped around her. Of course, this ment she was part of this ordeal. The typical gray, wool blanket, hiding her own loud clothes and shaking movements. She swayed a bit, maybe to the music, maybe because she could be intoxicated. Watching a body bag being hauled off into the ambulence, which went away silently. No, it shouldn't be silent. It should be screaming, the lights flashing, the horn blasting at everything in its way. It should be going off to the hospital. But it wasn't. Instead, the body in that bag was off to the morgue.

"Miss? I'd just like to ask you a few questions..."

She had answers. The girl? Her friend. Why were they here? It was a Saturday night... Where else would you go for fun. Did she drink? Yes. Did you see her die? No. Did you know who killed her? Yes, that man over there. How? He gave her drugs. Did she ask for the drugs? Hell no!

It went on for an hour. Half past midnight, dark, cold. Satisfied with whatever Codi had to say, they left. And they took that wonderfully warm gray blanket. And now she was alone. Well, as alone as she'd be after a crime. Of course, the other three girls she had been with hadn't been detained for questioning. Nor did they wait for her to be finished with. Did they want to know how the girl died? No, but they would hear. They had found two small puncture wounds on a vein in the girls arms. From needles, they said. Announced she had most likely died of drug overdose, and that the man that she had been with was not the drug dealer they were looking for. So they left in pursuit of a man they'd never find.

Codi started walking, not home, because she didn't want to face Colton. Walked around the block, again, again. One o'clock, and she stopped on the corner and sat. And would have cried, except the fact that she was too busy convincing herself that she'd wake up in 5 hours for school, and it'd all be over. All of it.

The sirens, the lights, the music, all gone. The people, the clothes, the voices, the movements, the beat. Everything lost to the spinning of the night.