Later that afternoon Jimmy and Cindy were sitting down on the couch in his lab, talking about their exciting day.

"Man, that was one exciting day," Cindy told Jimmy, summing it all up in one sentence.

"Yep, that doesn't happen every day," Jimmy said as he nodded his head.

"I still can't believe that John helped save all of us. I mean, he's supposed to be the ultimate evil or something, right?" Cindy asked.

"Well, yeah, I guess. But I bet that he didn't want to die, though. He probably just wanted to save himself," Jimmy said uneasily. Maybe I should tell her about the meeting in the park. Nah, there's no point in that. Jimmy was still confused by the whole thing. "I'm going to go take a walk," Jimmy said as he got up and grabbed his jacket.

"You want me to come with you?" she asked as she finished her coffee.

Jimmy shook his head. "Uh, not thanks. I just need to be alone, to clear my head. It's been a rough day." Cindy nodded her head in understanding. "You can stay here if you want, I'll be back soon."

"Yeah, ok," she told him as she turned on the TV. She walked Jimmy walk out of the lab. "Hope he's ok," she muttered to herself as she watched the news.

Jimmy looked up and saw that the sun was starting to set. He sighed and stuffed his hands in his pockets. He started walking down the road, just staring at the ground. God, what if John isn't the enemy? No, he's got to be. What about those headaches, and that fight we had two years ago? This was just a fluke. Even the worst people do one good deed. Besides, he probably just wanted to save himself. He did tell me and Cindy to slide down the floor towards the gunman. He just stood against that door.

He took his hand out of his pocket and scratched the back of his neck. But that certainly make my job any easier. He's not John, the pure evil destroyer of the world anymore. He's John, a kid I've stared in the face and helped. He's a person now, not just a faceless enemy. Jimmy glanced up from the ground and continued walking. He saw that John was also walking across the street. Their eyes briefly connected. Suddenly John's face contorted into a look of surprise. Jimmy shrugged it off and continued walking up the steep road.

All of a sudden he felt something crash into him. Jimmy looked to his side and saw that John had tackled him. He tried to fight back, but John was using every ounce of his strength to pin him to the ground.

"What the hell are you doing? Get off of me!" Jimmy desperately shouted as he continued thrashing about.

"Shut up and look!" John said as he pointed to where Jimmy had been a moment ago. A car with no driver was rolling down the road at quite a speed. It went right by where Jimmy had been just a second ago.

John let go and helped Jimmy up. Jimmy's face held a look of pure shock. "Why, why did you save me?" Jimmy asked, shaking a little from his near-death experience.

John looked just as surprised as Jimmy was. "I, I guess it just wasn't your time," John managed to stutter out. He turned back around and continued walking down the street.

What the hell is going on here? Why can't anything be clear? Why must everything be a stupid puzzle! Jimmy was angrily screaming in his head as he began the long walk back to his home.