All right, he heard the feet thudding down stairs and into the bar. He was baffled, was that Shawn, why was he running, was something that could fly after him? Was there some insidous flying vampire alien zombie that suddenly wanted his boyfriend? Lassiter's thought process was clearly still clouded by sleep, but his well-trained police body responded quickly and he was rushing down the stairs, surprisingly quiet for such a large man.

He didn't hear anything, but immediately felt a cold draft on his mostly bare body. The hole in the wall. He stalked over in that direction, forefinger lighting over the trigger of his gun, left hand reaching out for a lightswitch he knew was on a wall.

In a fluid movement he had the bar counter lights on and the barrel of a gun pointed at a man crouching at the hole.

"Shawn?!" he exclaimed, immediately pulling the gun away. "What the hell are you doing?!"