Chloe came to once again with smelling salts. She was starting to get used to the burning pinching feeling it left in her nose. She looked up into familiar flat stone gray eyes.
"Are you okay? Can you tell me your name?" Josh asked her.
"Hello, Josh. Mrs. Chloe Ellen Harris, I'd prefer not to give my age, but you already know it pretty well at this point." Chloe told him groggily.
"Mrs. Harris, how do you feel?" Josh asked, flashing a light across her eyes and evaluating her well being.
"I could be better, but I'll be okay." Chloe looked across the parking lot to where the Lovey-dovey's had been flung. "How are they?"
"Could be better but I hope they'll be okay." He told her. "If you're up to it the police would like to ask you some questions. I'd say you're physically able to, but I heard Porter's got his eyes set on you. I could tell them to talk to you later."
