The two bosses held their heads in defeat. 

Mark and the other injured were being carried on stretchers. Pat jogged right after, her eyes darting to the unconscious Mark and back to the sky.

The girl stood in a corner, unable to process exactly what had just happened. 

Jim had just saved her life and his shop had been hit by a truck. And her favourite designer's shop too.

But she was glad not many were hurt.

She walked over to her favourite shop. Gloss lay still on the ground, holding his breath.

Holding onto his life.

She stepped over the broken glass and took one last look at mannequins. The rest of the shop had been cleared. And in all its emptiness, it didn't seem as appealing as before.

Her eyes flitted towards the female front mannequin. She walked over to it, tripping on her heels time and time again.

After acquiring around three cuts from Gloss, she reached it. She caressed her fingers over the material of the mannequin's clothes, a gasp of shock escaping her.

1872 watched in pain, living only because he knew she'd come to see him next. Maybe close enough to touch him.

And Gloss was waiting to see 1872 happy.

After the girl had had her 'moment' with what had possibly been her favourite mannequin, she rose from her place. 

1872 felt a twinge of pity for the mannequin who'd died before she could feel her touch. In fact, he went to the extent of believing she was not so bad after all.

The girl started walking towards 1872, her steps painstakingly slow and careful. He waited eagerly, all too aware of the watchful eyes of Gloss.

When she was close enough for him to get a vague whiff of her scent, now blood, sweat and roses, the leather of her shoes failed her. She flung the torn shoe away and carefully tried walking the short distance separating them.

Right when his dreams were so close to reality, she abruptly turned and ran in the direction of the owner of a voice. The voice of Jim. 

Her slender feet bore multiple cuts. She was bleeding, but she didn't care.

A group of men surrounded Jim- his employees. One of them ran to the café to fetch water.

1872's heart sank. Maybe he wasn't the best after all. 

He wasn't even enough.

Gloss died watching his friend die. Jim woke up to see his shop and his arch nemesis' shop in flames.

It was just another outlet, anyway.

Just on an important street, but it can be rebuilt.

New mannequins, new clothes...