The door wasn't one of those revolving types, nor a sliding glass door. No, Harmony Inn was just as the name implied. A peaceful, older place that was owned by an older woman and her late husband.

But who cared about a hotel? Who cared about the place they were going? Not many.

Including one Ty Jensen. A man soaked to the bone in water and his own blood. A gentleman that shouldn't have moved from where he was, on a cold ceramic floor in the middle of an abandoned house.

Many passing him would have seen a broken man, considered him an idiot for not seeking help or a doctor of some sort. But Ty Jensen was no fool. He knew where he was in the quiet neighborhood. Knew that there was a hospital no more then 5 minutes from Harmony.

A throaty moan escaped from him as a bloody hand was placed on the desk, all that was seen of him by a startled desk clerk before he crumpled to the floor in a drenched heap.

Lurching to her feet, the Harmony Inn's night shift receptionist placed her hand on the telephone, dialing a number she had never used.

9-1-1

A knife fell from the man's hand, clattering onto the floor and drawing several looks from the gathering crowd. Whispers of death were easily heard by anyone that had decided to walk in, and the throng of spectators increased by about two or three.

Shoving her way through the masses, the receptionist dropped to her knees, placing a hand over the open wound. Whoever this man was, she spotted the badge at his waist, whatever had happened to him was a hell she didn't want to know about.

Ty opened his mouth to speak, uttering no sound from his dry throat, and the stranger shushed him with a single motion.

His hair was awash with the rain water, and his gaze frantic. Searching for the peace no human being would ever know.

She smoothed his hair, offering a reassuring smile. Uknowing whether or not this man was going to live, she wondered at the reason he might have held on so long.

There was a gun at his waist, he could have easily taken his own life.

Yet he hadn't.

Ty's struggles ceased and he closed his eyes, drawing in a breath of air as strong hands worked to save his life.

A life that meant no more to the hands of a killer then the small little inn on the corner of the street.