"M-Madona, open your eyes. You cannot die here."
The bodyguard looked scared as he looked at the dead body in his arms.
Thousands of thoughts went through his mind, but none were bigger than - what do I do now?
The worst possible thing had happened - Madona had died, and Vegas had begun to fall.
Even those who had opposed Madona did not want to see her die and now had no idea what they would do.
Vegas had never shaken violently ever since it had been first established. People were not used to such an astronomically dangerous situation, so they did not know what to do about it.
But just when all hope seemed lost, Madona opened her eyes.
The pools of darkness sent shivers down the bodyguard's spine, but everyone else rejoiced to see Madona waking up again.
"Madona is awake. We are all saved."
