There was a man. That was it. That was all there was to it. He couldn’t remember anything else, just the man. He could distinctly remember a ridiculous bowtie, and sunglasses, black sunglasses, which changed a shade of green before he woke up in a dark alleyway. He was face-up, wondering how he ended up in the alleyway. There was a car accident of some kind. There was an insane man, with a ridiculous bowtie, and sunglasses. Were they magic sunglasses? They sure were odd. The man had said something to him, before…well…he figured he had blacked out. What did he say to him? The sound of police sirens filled his ears. He put his right hand on the concrete to pull himself up, only to get mud on his hand. He pushed himself up in time to see a police car coming down the alley. That’s when he remembered what happened. There was an insane explosion.