<strong>Roderick, Saturday Night</strong><br/><br/>Roderick ignored their stares.  He had made a promise to Jen to see that the ones who had hit her would be appropriately punished for their crimes.  This was what important in life, if people could not honor promises then life was chaos and untenable.  When the paramedic arrived, Roderick nodded. "Of course, I'll be happy to provide my account of events."  He told the paramedic about how he was walking along when the car had hit Jen.  Afterwards, he had ran over to see if she was okay and that she had managed to say a few words before the ambulance had arrived.<br/><br/>Of course, he did not mention the fact that she had managed to stagger to her feet and had manifested some odd sort of flame from her hands.  Roderick had no desire to be thought of as being completely insane and even now he wasn't certain if he hadn't hallucinated half of the encounter.  "Will there be anything else?"<br/><br/>"Really?" one of the paramedics said at the mention of the car.  He moved over, noticing the parking vehicle, and rushed over to start investigating.  Although the couple didn't say much of anything on the matter, their glares towards Roderick spoke volumes.<br/><br/>The police were starting to arrive, but another of the paramedics came over, pen and paper in hand.  Jen, or at least what used to be Jen, was being brought over onto the vehicle, loaded to the nines with various equipment as they did their absolute best to help her.  "Sir, would you mind giving your testimony of events?"