The street was silent. God, heād lost them both. Leo ran into the kitchen, dug out his notebook and tried to write an explanation to Sam. But all he could do was draw what he had seen. He sat staring at the wall. A gray calm settled over him. Iām already dead, he thought.
Then, as if a bell tolled, Leo looked up and knew it was time. He marched over to the stove, emptied a teapot of water on his shoes, seized a fork in each hand and stood poised. Spying a couple of parasites sliding around the floor, he growled, ćEat this you bastards!ä and rammed both forks into a wall socket.
An incredible jolt blasted him out of his skin. Oh. Being hit by lightning really does hurt.