...8:55 AM...

...Pureville Bank...

"Good morning, Bob!" Hannah greets Uncle Bob, flashing a smile going over to the desk.

"Morning to you too, Hannah," Uncle Bob said.

"How is the soup coming along?" Hannah asks.

"Crescent soup is still cooking," Uncle Bob said.

"Ah, but it has been 7 days," Hannah said. "Are you meaning to tell me that you haven't been stirring?"

"I have," Uncle Bob said. "Twice a day."

"Then you have to consume it," Hannah said.

"I didn't add water," Uncle Bob said, as Hannah writes a check on a desk.

Hannah laughs.

"You didn't," Hannah said, in-between laughs. "Add water."

"Yes, I did," Uncle Bob said.

"Then what have you been cooking it in?" Hannah asks, handing the bank employee the check.

"Lemonade," Uncle Bob said. "Serves the same use."

Hannah laughs shaking her head.

"That it does not," Hannah said. "Lemonade comes from Lemons."

"Tomato tamata," Uncle Bob said. "To me they are the same."

Hannah comes towards the door where beside it is Uncle Bob.

"You've come a long way from being a silent guy to a really effective chatter," Hannah said.

Uncle Bob's systems pick up a bomb ticking loud.

"I have," Uncle Bob agrees. "Because of you."

Hannah smiles.

"Affirmative," Hannah said.

That sound only is evident to Terminators when there is only 5 seconds left. When Hannah was close to him, Uncle Bob grabs Hannah, and uses his left arm to bust open the door. Uncle Bob acts as a shield when the loud ear piercing sound of an explosive came out of the bank. Glass flew in every direction. Uncle Bob's whole backside is burned off leaving a metal half standing out to the public view.

Hannah lands on the ground.

Uncle Bob? Well, he just didn't get blown away easily. He is still standing right outside the door.

Injuries: Spine needs repair.

"Bob?" Hannah said feeling sharp pain from her elbows. She is freaked out about what just happened and Uncle Bob isn't sharing the same attitude. "Are you okay?"

"Fine," Uncle Bob lied. "I need a new uniform, though."

"Rovert, Grace!" Hannah begins walking towards the destroyed building.

Uncle Bob grabs Hannah by the arm.

"They are dead," Uncle Bob said, as he hears police wails in the distance. "There is nothing you can do."

"Bob, let go of me!" Hannah pleads. "My friends are in there!"

"I can't do that," Uncle Bob said. "A human can only live so long in a high risk zone," He lets go of her arm. "If you want to terminated by your actions then it is your fault you died and not mine," Hannah folds her arms glaring at Uncle Bob. "I tried to help."

Uncle Bob goes the other direction right into an alley way. Hannah saw Uncle Bob's back and the look of shock is clearly on her face. I didn't know Bob had a back replacement, Hannah assumes, he could have told me about it. But the most interesting thing is that Uncle Bob left in a really traumatizing emotional time.

Police cars and firetrucks park along the sidewalk.

"Mam!" Officer Black said, getting out of the car. "Are you okay?"

"Scraped, but otherwise okay," Hannah said, staring off at the alley.

"Was there a shady person here before the explosion?" Officer Black asks.

"No," Hannah said.

The fire fighters went in to see who could be saved and who could not.

"Is there other survivors?" Officer Black asks.

"Yes," Hannah said.

"Who?" Officer Black asks.

"Bob Connor," Hannah said. "He went that way."

Officer Black goes down the alley way searching for Bob.

Bob takes off the blue jacket then discards it on the ground. He picks up another spare coat covering the wound on his back. He goes through a doorway that has an open door in the nick of time missing Officer Black. Officer Black looks in both directions searching for Uncle Bob up to no avail.

"Damn," Officer Black said. "There goes a survivor."