Chapter 4: Speed of Thought

Janus looked down, the man was still breathing, shallow breaths punctuated by some deep wheezes, but he was still alive.

"Nearly there kid", the gruff voice of the taxi driver coming through the glass barrier. Two minutes later the car stopped in front of an apartment block about a quarter of an hour from where Janus and the stranger's life collided in a shower of broken glass.

"Thanks, keep the tip".