The immediate aftermath in the warehouse is a flurry of activity. Mr. Henderson efficiently directs his men, one calling the authorities while the other secures the bound and subdued Merrick. The rhythmic ticking of the unseen clock, once a harbinger of doom, now seems to mark the slow return to a semblance of order. Isabella kneels beside Alejandro, her hands gently tracing the marks left by the restraints on his wrists. His breathing is shallow, and a bruise is already forming on his temple where Merrick had pressed the gun. A wave of guilt washes over her. He had been put in this danger because of her, because of Merrick's twisted obsession with her. "Are you hurt badly?" she asks, her voice laced with concern. Alejandro manages a weak smile. "Sore. But… alive. Thanks to you, Isabell

