“Justin…” She’s afraid. I can understand that. It’s not every day you see the light of Heaven made manifest, nor is it normal to be shot at. Speaking of which, I look down and see the hole in my shoulder. It hurts, but the Light and the adrenaline is keeping my vertical for the moment.
“I know. Hold on.” I ignore the pain and draw the Light in even further until it winks out around me. I feel my connection to the people on the bus turn off like an old water faucet. The passengers look at one another, look at me and look back to the two battered gunmen.