I let the form of Tara crash into my hands, a low grunt pouring out her lips upon the impact of our figures.
She had bruises all over. With eyes still holding onto the fear that had caught her half an hour ago, there still remained patches of blood on her lips.
"I'm sorry"
My voice wavered, eyes pulling her even tighter to myself.
"I'm sorry, Tara" She barely made an utterance, instead, her grip on me only tightened, body relaxing in mine.
"Janet Parker?" Came the voice that managed to pull our figures apart.
"I'll need you for questioning" I stared at the middle-aged man before me, eyes holding onto the same joy it held, while he burst into our house, tackling George to the ground.
He had smacked him repeatedly, holding a gun to his face, and in all of his glory, he tore a cuff out, placing it on the wrists of the man who would have been my murderer, if they hadn't arrived just in time.
"I'm Officer Thawne"
"Your friend will be attended to by the paramedics. In the meantime, I need you aside for questioning"
"We received a call from Kristoffer Holden" Those were the words I heard, before he pulled me off the figure of Tara, leading me away.