There was much talk about the bus crash.
The driver, an old man who was nearing retirement, had suffered a massive heart attack. He’d fallen over the steering wheel, and it had taken many passengers to finally wrestle him off and gain control of the bus. And despite going up the curb of a busy, downtown sidewalk, no one had been seriously injured.
Much had been made of the creature that had appeared. A creature witnessed by many people. Also, much had been made of the girl who was seen on the park bench in one instant, and then seemingly gone the next. Only to reappear miraculously on a nearby rooftop. Injured but safe.
There was much talk of a guardian angel.
Or a guardian something, since those who had seen the creature proclaimed it was no angel.
A demon, if anything.
I knew all of this because Detective Sherbet of the Fullerton Police Department had talked to me about it, confirming that it had been me. Secretly, of course, as he knew most of my secrets. He reminded me that I wasn’t a superhero, but he also thanked me.
Most intriguing were the reports of a naked woman seen sneaking through town, only to disappear into a minivan.
And drive off.
I knew that hide-a-key would come in handy.
The End