He stands for a quiet moment, arm still straight out and holding the gun, as though waiting for something. In these situations, there's usuallly a body but here...nothing. The only blood he sees is the tiny splash that came from the graze to Doc's head. But he heard her scream. He saw her buckle when that bullet hit her in the back. And he heard her scream. She must be dead, right?

Eventually, he lowers his arm and wanders down the corridor, ignoring the restless horses in their stalls. He can smell the gunpowder in the air, it hangs heavy through the place. But that, and the holes in the walls, is the only evidence of what just happened.

He opens the door they fell through. Nothing that shouldn't be there.

Closes it.

Well, that's that. Done.

He heads back to the door. A nice walk outside to remove himself from the area sounds like a good idea.