12:37 pm. I was 3 minutes late. Would he be mad? Would he care? More importantly… where is he? I look around. Surely I was in the right place? The meeting spot was by the fountain in the central park. I look up toward to giant oak trees that filled the place. The branches covered multicolored bark reached up to the sky, the masses of green leaves faintly rustling… and shouting? I quickly snap my head back down and hear another shout. I listen hard to understand what is being said.
" Hey _!" My eyes widen in surprise. It's Alfred!
"HEADS UP BRO!"
…What? What is he trying to say?
I whip around to face the direction of which the voice came from, just in time to see a small American football hurtle towards mr.
Or rather, my face.
Black.