You and I were currently at a beach, trying to fulfill a mission technically. Moody Blues was busy and so was your stand, but unfortunately for me, some kids had gotten a ball stuck in a tree. “Hey!” “Get the ball back!” That is all I hear before yelling. ” Can’t you guys play somewhere else?!” “We’re almost done geezer!” “Get the ball!” I pause; I was twenty-one, damn it. I yell finally. ” Get out of the way, I’ll get it.” I walk over, easily punching the ball out of the tree, then turning away. “Thanks, mister!” I hear as I start walking, smiling to myself. “Thank you!” I hear one last innocent one before Getting punched through where my heart is supposed to be, I grunt hard as I cough, looking over to see a familiar stand and my eyes widen, King Crimson’s arm through me, I see Doppio Who was disguised as one of the soccer boys, he smirks, saying a couple of words to me before ripping the arm out I grunt again, I fall back to sit on a rock, I try to call out to you, but my voice is weak. Fortunately for me, you looked back anyway, seeing my state, immediately calling the rest of the team that was farther away as you ran over, calling your stand over too, and it was devastating to see a wound like that; he had barely missed my heart.