Teresa was halfway out of the shop when she heard the guard yell. She caught herself from turning to see what was happening, and instead forced her legs out the door. The trail of blood revealed clearly where Ridley had gone, without her. The thief\'s face flushed, though whether from anger at being abandoned, worry about whether Ridley was even alive, or fear of being captured, she was too distracted to know.
Shaking off the inhibiting feelings, she followed the trail of blood. She had to help him, he obviously could not survive long loosing that much blood. Darting to the building the crimson path led to, without regard for what might be coming on either side, Teresa tried to climb up the bloody wall. She managed to get on the barrel, but she could not reach any of the overhangs that would allow her to climb up to the roof.
Growling in anger at her thwarted efforts, Teresa gave up. By now Ridley was either dead or away, and in either case there was nothing she could do. It was against every part of her nature to leave the thief, but she knew that there was no way she could climb. Guiltily, she hopped off the barrel, and began running away from the trail of blood. She tried to tell herself that as soon as she found a way up, she would climb to where she might find Ridley, but in truth, she knew she couldn\'t.
Tears tried to force their way out of her eyes, and Teresa fought to blink them back. She had to find Ara...