Isaac wheezes on the ground, wrapping more layers of his muffler around his mouth to keep the polluted snow from his throat. The black stuff pricks the back of his neck as it thaws. He pushes himself up onto his feet and stumbles over to the wall opposite the library. He leans against the cold bricks and pants until the spots clear from his vision. He hears the approach of sirens. The police lights reflect off the snow like neon on wet asphalt. Officers pour into the street, weapons poised to fire.<br/><br/><strong>"Freeze! Don't move. This is the NYPD and we are armed. We will shoot if necessary. Line up with your hands behind your head."</strong><br/><br/>Isaac lurches away from the wall, and begins to raise his hands. A blast sounds, something slaps his arm.<br/><br/>Isaac's eyes burn, he opens them, blinks, his vision is blurred. Around him, the other patients are beginning to stand up. He slowly rises, blinking stinging snow from his eyes. Small fires burn in the street, officers on the ground groan. Isaac stares at the fire in a daze, waiting for the ringing to clear from his ears. Suddenly, two familiar voices ring out in his head. Isaac stiffens, clenches his fists, and stares past the officers until the voices pass.<br/><br/><strong>"It's them! Don't let 'em escape, get 'em back behind bars before they burn down the whole goddamn neighborhood and kill us all!"</strong><br/><br/>For a moment, Isaac freezes as the officers close in. Something sticks out. A lone figure off stands by one of the burning vans. Detective Fernis (http://24.media.tumblr.com/tumblr_m1sa06p8gJ1rr28rro1_500.jpg) is studying Isaac, scratching his beard and puffing on a recently lit cigarette. He looks Isaac in the eye and smiles, pulling out a small flask from his jacket. He takes a pull from it, and his smile twists, a bit of black liquid runs from his lips. He mouths a single word.<br/><br/>"Run."<br/><br/>Isaac pivots on the spot and sprints, unaware of anything but the pounding of his heart.