It was a warm day, a few weeks after the Day of te Dead, and a few weeks warmer. Everything was the same, dusty streets, old houses, eyelyess Sands.

Sands: The blood had dried on my face, and I hadn't made any attempt to get it off, yet... I hope they invent those bionic eyes, soon.

I was just walking my beat, to Mexico, as always, when I was grabbed by the hand and pushed roughly against a wall. I didn't other to cry out in pain or surprise, as neither would have been any use to me."I need you to be my eyes." She said urgently, at least, her voice sounded feminine. Those words seemed familiar, but where had I heard them before? "I'm kind of having a bad day... can you please lead me to the center of town?" She asked, interrupting my explanation that I could not lead her to the center of town, as I had no eyes. Mistakening my silence for unwilling-ness, she took a handful of bills out of her pocket(My ears have grown very sharp since that fateful day) and stuffed them into my hand, whispering an urgent, "Please." and beginning to walk in the direction that she thought to be the center of town, all the cars were heading away from it, dragging me behind her. I stuffed the wad of bills into my pocket as I was being half-dragged along. I could smoke her any time I wanted, don't get me wrong, but something held me back. Why did she want to get to the center of town so badly? I heard footsteps behind me, and this stranger soon asked if I could see anybody following."There's someone following us, no mistake." I said, quietly, just from the sound of the person behind. "I can't see anybody, but there is someone behind us." I thought to myself, trying my best to keep up with her wolf-like gait, speeding up and turning a corner, nearly running into a wall in the process. One hand of hers had been on the wall the entire time, I could hear it sliding along, the other grasping mine with crushing force. "Have you ever used one of these before?" she asked, her back to the wall, taking a gun out of her pocket(she must have huge pockets). I knew she had gotten it from her pocket because the hand she was using to cut the circulation to my arm off was removed. Normally, I would tell someone that they were stupid for putting a gun in your pocket, because, if you're captured by someone, they won't let you reach into your pocket. You can reach down the front of your pants for some reason, but not your pocket. She pressed the gun into my hand and again asked whether or not I had used one before."No." I lied. I'd used all types of guns before, but, still, I still did not know her. So she payed me a wad of bills, they could have been counterfeit."Okay, well... don't. Guns are um... bad." she muttered. "But right now, I want you to aim it at the man following us and shoot him in the head." She said, the footsteps of the man getting closer and closer. "Smoke the fucker." She added, grabbing me and turning me in the direction of the footsteps. "Send him straight to fucking Broadway." I shrugged and thought, "What the heck? I needed to blow off some steam", taking a step around the corner almost casually.

There were soon gunshots- then silence.