Anthony: "Mary! Are you okay?"
Mary: "Um, yes, I think so. Wait, did I just get shot?"

A paramedic came at her with a pair of scissors.

Mary: "What the hell do you think you're doing? This shirt unbuttons, thank you very much."
Anthony: "It's okay. Let me."

Anthony set down the scissors and carefully began unbuttoning Mary's shirt with one hand while keeping pressure over her wound with the other.

Mary: "This would be sexy as hell if I hadn't just been shot by a psychotic serial killer's gun."
Anthony: "If you say so. Oh, thank goodness."
Mary: "It's just a flesh wound."

Mary giggled at herself.

Anthony: "Fortunately, that's true. Looks like you were just grazed. You're missing a bit of skin, so it's going to burn for a while. We're going to get this cleaned up, and then I'm going to put some special burn cream on it and some gauze. I think you'll live, provided you quit trying to play hero."
Mary: "Good. Stupid psycho killer's crappy gun. We'd have gotten out of this whole mess perfectly if it hadn't been for that."
Anthony: "It does seem odd that it went off like that. And they say people kill people…"
Mary: "Yeah. Knowing my luck, we're in one of those Final Destination movies and Death is really pissed off at me now. The gun was probably just a warning shot."

Mary made a mental note to avoid airplanes, tanning booths, roller coasters and Home Depot stores indefinitely as she watched Anthony clean and dress her wound.

Once he finished, he stooped forward and gave Mary a tight hug.

Mary: "What's this for?"
Anthony: "I'm just glad you're okay."
Mary: "Thanks. You know, if you keep saving my life I'm going to start to feel like I owe you."

Anthony pulled away and smiled at her. He brushed the hair out of her face, and then stopped and stepped back.

Mary: "What's wrong?"
Anthony: "Nothing. I expect you'll want to get cleaned up."

Anthony held his hand out to her. She took it with her good arm and let him help her out of the ambulance. They walked back to the diner, but an officer at the entrance stopped them before they could go in.

Officer Reynolds: "You can't go in there. Crime scene."
Mary: "Oh! Really? What happened?"

Officer Reynolds looked puzzled and then concerned before he picked up on Mary's sarcasm.

Officer Reynolds: "You tell me. I'm going to need a statement from you."
Mary: "Then can I go home?"
Officer Reynolds: "Of course, as long as Dr. Sutherland here is satisfied that you don't require any further medical attention."

Mary repeated the events of the evening in excruciating detail two separate times to two separate officers while Anthony did the same. She couldn't figure out what the point was, considering that the bad guy was dying in the back of an ambulance on the way to the hospital, but she was still too dazed to be completely impatient with the process.

Between the first and second interview, she finally managed to get a hold of Bellie. He asked no less than seven times if she was okay and then said he'd be there as soon as he could. He was out of town visiting family and hadn't planned on coming back until the next morning.

An hour and a half passed before Mary and Anthony were let back into the diner, though Mary was mildly surprised that it hadn't taken days for the police to process the scene. By the time all of the police left, followed quickly by the media that had shown up as soon as they'd gotten wind of the 'big story' unfolding, the place was relatively clean. Apparently, human blood was considered a hazardous material and had been cleaned up by what seemed to be a well-trained janitor, who unfortunately wanted nothing to do with her hair, which was splattered with Bill's blood. She cleaned herself up as best she could in the bathroom before sitting in a booth, watching Anthony board up the broken window.

Bellie had been prepared for such things, though usually they were the work of garden-variety vandals and not serial killers. He instructed Mary over the phone about where to find the boards, nails and a hammer. He also asked that she take the cash out of the register and drop it off in the night deposit box, as he didn't want her to have to wait for him to get back into town before she could go home.

Mary: "Are you sure you want to go with me to deposit the cash? I seem to be attracting bad luck and tragedy tonight."
Anthony: "I'm certainly not going to let you go alone."

Anthony lined up the last nail and pounded it in.

Anthony: "And frankly, I'm not sure you should go anywhere without a doctor ever again."
Mary: "Got it. Call me Rose Tyler. Done?"
Anthony: "Done. Let's take your car. I'll drive you; it's probably going to hurt for you to turn the steering while for a while. We'll go to the bank, I'll drop you off at your place and then I can have a cab bring me back to my car."
Mary: "I think you should just stay with me. I don't feel comfortable with you coming back here alone. There are still missing va-- varmints on the loose. Crazy damn varmints. High on PCP."
Anthony: "Right…"

Mary: "We don't exactly have a spare room at the moment, but I do now have a bed that we can hide under for the rest of the night."
Anthony: "You know what? That sounds like the thing to do. I'll come back for my car in the morning when I'm more likely to see any psychotic killers sneaking up on me."
Mary: "Fabulous. Just let me grab my purse and make sure the back door is locked."

Mary smiled then turned toward the swinging kitchen door. A shock of pain went through her had as it flew outward at her, hitting her in the nose and sending her falling backward.

Mary covered her nose with one hand, trying to pinch back the blood, while she pushed herself up with the other. On the other side of the door stood the vampire Jared.

Mary: "Oh you have got to be KIDDING me!"

Jared smiled down at her, teeth glinting.

Jared: "The police officer was nice, but not what we had in mind."

A million thoughts tried to race through Mary's head, not the least of which was trying to determine whom Jared meant by 'we.' Instead of completing any thoughts, Mary simply shrieked in pure, red-hot frustration, releasing a stream of every curse she'd ever heard, plus a few that she may have picked up after being abducted by aliens. She grabbed the wooden stool from behind the counter, rushing at Jared and smashing it against the wall near his head. Jared smirked at her, backing into the kitchen.

Jared: "You missed."
Mary: "No I didn't."

Furious, she ran at Jared, pushing him deeper into the kitchen before using one of the broken stool legs as a wooden stake. It was far more effective than the wooden spoon, and the vampire was dust in less than sixty seconds from his reappearance at the diner.

Anthony rushed into the kitchen behind her, wielding the hammer in one hand and a single nail in the other. He looked around in confusion, hopping about in all directions, searching for Jared like a cat that'd just lost a mouse.

Anthony: "Where'd he go?"
Mary: "Gone. Scared him away I guess. Come on, let's go."
Anthony: "Are you okay?"
Mary: "I need beer and a bed to hide under, immediately. And possibly some ice cream."

Anthony: "Shouldn't we call the police? They're out looking for that guy, along with the other police officer."
Mary: "Do you really want to stick around here any longer?"
Anthony: "You know, I really don't. Let's go."
Chris: "Hello! Could we get some service out here, or is it serve yourself night?"

Mary sighed and Anthony chuckled nervously.

Mary: "Apparently I didn't lock the front door, either."

Mary quickly locked the back door and then made her way back out of the kitchen.

Mary: "I'm sorry, we're closed on account of a homicidal-"

Mary stopped mid-sentence when she saw Chris Peterson standing in front of the "Please wait to be seated" sign next to the door. He was with about a half-dozen of his closest and palest friends.