Marie was there, she saw it all happen. She was the witness. In court she looked across the room to meet her boyfriend's gaze - but he looked straight through her - his eyes seemed unfocused, distant. She remembered his soft touch, his smile and his stories. She remembered these from the time before he aimed the gun. Before he fired the gun. Before the four shots rang out and the man fell to the ground. She was there. Marie saw it all happen... and at home there sat a sister waiting for her brother to return.