Ten stared at Chris. Her eyes watered as she sniffled a little. He shook his head, grabbing her and burying his face in her hair. The other women raised their guns, Doc going to grasp Ten's shirt. "Please," Ten sounded on the verge of tears. "Please, Chris." "She's my mother." Chris murmured, tears rolling down her cheeks. "I haven't seen her since I was eight." Ten sobbed quietly. Chris curled a hand around her gun, swinging around to face her mother's leering face. "I can't stay."