The blind man named Pól smacked the woman with his cane. John Phoenix's psychic powers told him the woman's named was Catherine.
"You did kill me. But I did not die," said Pól. "I went to the guards to report your murder of me but they did not care 'cause I didn't die. But if I must die to finally defeat you then I will do it."
Pól threw his inhaler on the ground in front of Catherine.
"Do it, coward. Tell me the train's going the wrong way. I will die and my witness will be the lad in green. He will testify against you and you will go to jail just as you should've all those years ago."
Catherine stood up with a disgusted gaze directed at the poor disabled man. She was shocked and appalled that this man existed, leaching off of society with his welfare payments. She opened her mouth, prepared to give him the scare of his life and death.
Smack! She could say nothing, because John Phoenix slammed his fist between her teeth.
"No one has to die to bring you to justice," said John Phoenix. He removed his fist from her mouth and splayed it in front of her. "Time you understood who you picked a fight with!"
And then John Phoenix had a long battle with Catherine and he used his psychic powers to throw all the furniture at her and she threw books at him!
Then John Phoenix ran at her and lunged at her and grabbed her and they both flew through the window! They landed in a field outside the train and Catherine kicked him away!
"Die, John Phoeniiiiix!" cried Catherine, running at the man. But before she could deliver the final strike, John Phoenix used a burst of adrenaline to grab the entire train and throw it at her with his telekinesis! The train exploded, killing her.
As smoke filled the field, a little object flew his way. He caught it. Then, he threw it in his mouth, never to let it see the light of day again, because it was that terrible pastry that caused all of this in the first place, the cáca milis!