Williams
My ears were ringing. I had been in a few explosions before, and they all left me the same. This one reminded me very clearly of that one time in the car when I was in grade school. It was a strange memory for me to draw on, but I remembered. My mother had been screaming at the top of her lungs; she had been impaled by something, you see. My father was unconscious, while I, the naughty child who had refused to wear his seat belt, was now lying down on the roof of the car. The same ringing sensation filled my ears, causing me to breathe loudly, clutching my chest as though I was having a heart attack.
Finally, when the dust and rubble cleared, I found myself staring face-to-face with the unconscious form of Lee. He had put on his best suit; he had heard we would be meeting with
