Joe puts a pizza into the oven, and he has a gun (I don't know why). It was this really cool gun that could shoot five hundred rounds with only a few! Truly a technological marvel to be wielded, and by such a simple man! We mortals can only imagine the kind of power he possesses!

The crater trembled and six magnificent wings unfurled, each extending higher than the tallest tree in the forest. Above their rising head—a halo—shimmering like a shooting star. As the light dimmed, the celestial light became impossible to distinguish from that of the moonlight.

A crossroads. The man thought long and hard before turning left. He counted his steps as he went, as though counting would slow down his inevitable and unwanted arrival at the hospital.

Jerry glanced down at the photograph in his hand, then back up again at the woman sitting alone at the back of the cafe.