*Trevor blinks at Corrine in surprise. Her usual mostly-neat hair is dishevelled, and she looks as though she hasn't slept for some time. Behind her, Trevor can see Caleb's coat lying on her couch.*

*Trevor quirks an eye-brow at Corrine.*

Well, I was going to show off my new bike, but-

*Glancing again at the jacket, Trevor notices what looks like blood on the front of the trench, and stops.*

What the Hell? Is that blood?!