Scotty dragged himself to a standing position again. Unable to put much weight on his injured leg, he fell as he tried to get away. Sprite watched him, then fired a couple more shots at him, this time missing. Scotty continued to struggle through his escape, but Sprite’s eyes were drawn to the knife again. So strange. Just sitting there.

It didn’t hurt, but it should have. Sprite dropped her gun and this even surprised herself.

Scotty was hobbling away, and Sprite had to sit down on the blacktop.

She looked at the watch still in her hand.

1:30 left.