"My best option is to run home, pack my things, and flee this city. Stella, I hope you make it safely to the detectives' bar. I'd have liked to see you one last time and confess my feelings for you, but it seems that won't be possible."
After a few minutes, Jack found himself approaching his front door.
"Finnaly i'm home!"
POW! STAB STAB!
No, Jack wasn't at home. Jack had fallen into the trap set by the enemy, who was waiting for him to return to his safest place to kill him out of sight of others. Who in this great storm would go out into the street besides detectives? That's easy. Death!