She shook as she continued to lay in her current position. John looked around, and saw no one was there. He then looked down at the girl and sighed; knowing what he had to do.

"Let me help you," John said, trying to pick her up from her lain position.

"No!" The girl shouted, a look of terror etched in her face.

John froze, then bit his lower lip.

"What can I do for you then?" the older man cooed.

The girl looked up and sniffled.

"Get me a needle."

It wasn't for a medicated shot she needed to shoot.

It was the item that was held inside the black balloon laying adjacent to her quaking body.