The lights were flickering, transpaperent colors. Mr. Percy walked down to the main room for his popular shop and yawned, for it was late. He was excited for tomorrow, because tomorrow was the day when his store would be published in the front page of the newspaper. Just as he lied down on bed, he heard glass break. He quickly rose out of bed and ran back into the main room. There he saw a shadow and a gun. The man said only one word, “Run.” He jumped on his scooter, froze, heard laughter, then closed his eyes and fell.