A Finger In The Gas-Tank And The Whole Block Lit Up, A Cloud Of Red And Orange And White.

As soon as there were yells, they lodged themselves out of a stare and legged it towards the others, who found escape over the hills, dressed in black-lace tights and vintage roller-skates.

Sirens and staff were on the way, but they'd never find a trace.

They'd look for the wrong thing.