The guard tries to escape. But that is rather difficult with only one kneecap. Killian looks at him in wonder as he approached his lame grimacing body. So you do have teeth, he surmises. Within a few seconds, those teeth are distributed out across the road.

Cars screech up to the curb of the street. About five or six of them. There is quite a fair bit of shouting. Killian can’t make out what they’re saying. If they could speak in an orderly fashion, one at a time it would be more productive. Easier to understand. But they don’t know. They are just as rude as everyone else in this world. All out to do whatever they want with no regard for others. It is the same ever where. And it gets tiring. Very tiring to keep up the pretence of being okay about it. Just letting things go. It is hard to keep away the scenarios that run through the mind in the night. The ones where the outcomes are so very different. Like this one actually! That’s quite humorous.

Anyway. Killian thinks that it is time to go to sleep. Not a sleep where he can be disturbed. But a deeper sleep. All it needs is a pull on this trigger…..