Ray returned to the bank, glad that, at least, the common thieves had the decency to leave him alone. He stepped inside the bank, and looked up at the hole in the ceiling Octavian made while leaving, and felt a burning sensation. Ray realized then that his back was lacerated by bits of glass when he was forced through the roof. He sighed, and made his way to the vault, leaving a few small droplets of blood on the floor. Ray didn't realized that he had left a pretty definitive blood trail from where Octavian left him. The young raccoon, upon reaching the inside of the vault, wanted to scream, cry, vomit, and curl up all at once. The inside of the massive black-iron vault was barren of any and all currency. Seven different accounts and two business investments, gone. The young raccoon, overcome by the sudden loss of, well, everything, laid down on the vault's floor, and curled up, vainly hoping that it was all some sort of horrific nightmare.