The cop at the foot of Avery’s hospital bed flipped a notepad open. “You were possibly the only witness to a bank robbery today. Can you tell us what happened?”
The bank’s façade had glowed yellow for a moment before the motorbike had burst through the wall—not shattering the bricks, but passing through them like an oar through water. There had been a burst of pain, then a young punk peering down at him.
“Sorry, mate. Know the worst part? If you try to help the cops, they’ll probably commit you.”
“Sorry, officer, it was all just a blur…”
Author’s Note: What would you say?