The robber grasped for breathing, actually being smart and running off.<br/><br/>"Mr. Leons, some help?" The shop keeper said, putting away a gun. The boy had collapsed, an tranquilizer sticking out of his neck. THe shopkeeper went out to the open area of the trade house, picking up the boy. "I'm out of shape, you carry him." He said, taking out the tranq and handing the boy to Alex. "I have a cot in the back for when things like these happen, put him there."<br/>---<br/><br/>"W...what happened?" the boy asked, opening his eyes and looking around, shivering. "My head hurts....." he said, sitting up. The last thing he remembered was that man with a single eye counting down, then everything went black. Well, technically, purple.