''someone take her out '' i cried and indeed , others had gathered around her , and were attempting to draw her away i moved out of their path , only climbing to my feet when i reached the side porch window in another crackle of white light , i saw someone pick up the gun it was then handed to another person , and then to another , who held it as if it were alive fingerprints were no longer of consequence , if ever they were , and there had been countless witnesses there was no reason for me not to get out while i could and turning , i made my way out onto the side porch and into the downpour , as i stepped onto the lawn .