"It's okay Sony. I know. I'll see you later, I think I'll see him and see how he's doing." Jason drove to Ted's house. It was forty five minutes away on a busy day, running through six red lights on his way to Ted's house. Finally, Jason came to the large two story home. He noticed a splatter of blood on the porch. It wasn't very much, and could have just been a cut on someone's foot for all he knew. So Jason just shrugged and knocked on the door. He made three raps on the door, and heard gasping and heavy breathing on the other side, with Ted sitting on the couch, unable to move. Jason squinted hard and was horrified at what he saw.

There was a bloody knife on the floor, with wounds in Ted's chest and abdomen. Sony would be crushed to hear about this. Her boyfriend had been one of the only things Jason knew was making Sony feel better about what happened a couple of weeks ago. He rushed to Ted's wounded body and tried to call 9-11 on the phone next to him as he lay there, trying to gasp for air. The line had been cut. Yikes. Jason then dialed the emergency number on his cell phone. . . He leaned over his friend. "You're going to be just fine, okay?" He cried. Ted was trying to say something, but blood spurted out of his mouth, and he died.