You worry that you cannot afford to clean up the blood

In your reverie you swoon and you fall to the floor. To these sacred floors. Floors that your father finished and kept clean his whole life. The family floors.

Stained! Stained by the blood of the police force. They are surely ruined.

1. You work tirelessly to restore the floors from the ruination of blood
2. You leave the floors for dead and seek vengeance
3. You write a strongly worded letter to the mayor