***Jeff***

The light faded, and I was left on the streets of Twoson holding a wrench and a hammer. The other residents started to go back indoors, mumbling to themselves about who-knows-what. I sighed and began to head back inside.

"Hey kid!" A voice stopped me before I made it indoors. A cop was running up the street toward me, flanked on either side by dogs. He stopped at the preschool's fence and breathed heavily.

"Yeah?" I said quietly. I did not like being approached this late at night.

"You're out too late, kid. Don't you know there's a curfew?"

I rolled my eyes. "Yes sir, I was just heading back inside." As I moved to leave, the cop grabbed my arm.

"Kid, don't roll your eyes at me! You need to respect your elders!" Suddenly, his grip lessened, and he got a glazed look in his eyes. "Respect... elders..." He let go of my arm completely, and I moved to go back inside again. What stopped me this time was a whap to my head. I turned around, and the cop was standing there with a nightstick in his hand. The dogs flanking him growled.

I scowled. "Okay, you're really asking for it now..." But I restrained myself, deciding not to attack the cop... until one of the dogs lunged at me. I quickly whipped out my wrench and smacked the dog away. It fell back and whimpered a little before taking its spot beside the cop. The cop ran at me with his billyclub raised, but I stepped to the side. The cop tripped over my foot.

I took that moment to fold my hands together. Mumbling softly, I made a non-denominational prayer for help. A soft golden light surrounded me and extended to the cop and the dogs. The haze hung there for a moment, before disappearing. The glazed look left the cop's eyes.

"Huh... what am I doing up here?" the cop mumbled. He looked at me. "Be careful, son, there are all types of strange folks out there." I rolled my eyes once more as the cop left.

As I reentered the house, one thought was running through my mind: What the HECK is going on?