The robbery

I am at Maria Elena's, a friend of mine, she rents rooms for guests in her house, Andrew, herself and I are talking, she's expecting a couple from Canada, we hear some screaming outside, and think for a moment that it's far away, I get up, we all get up, I open the door quickly and see a guy pointing a gun down on the guest, I close the door and I say outloud, "They have a gun, there's nothing we can do", I go and call the police, give the address, I tell Maria Elena not to open the door, she says "But they're calling me" I go in the backyard, then I come out front, they've already dispersed, I see a chunk of the wall that holds the gate is fallen. We open the door, he's got a scratch on his knee she's ok, Andrew and I put the chunks of cement so they hold the gate somehow, the cops came, take a statement, I give my name and I.D. number, both guests are unharmed, they have their stuff, I help translating the description of the burglars, the cops say if we see anyone suspicious just call, they will patrol around to see if they can find them.

Just got back home...strange night, I felt a little odd, responsible even by how I reacted, I knew they had a gun, after that point I knew that unfortunately they were on their own somehow outside, there was nothing to be done about it, I even recall saying "they have a gun, we don't" and that was my main thought...I felt as though anything done in terms of going out there could lead to someone getting shot, there were no shots...I know Maria Elena felt urged to go out as they yelled her name at one point, but I went to the backyard and just hoped for the best while at the same time tried to look for a way out in case they would just come in and try to take the house, I knew that after all the police were coming...five of them came on motorbikes...*sigh*, odd.