Thinking that he needed to get to Elizabeth Raiford's house early (to make sure he spotted all five of the members of CWS enter the house), the old man headed towards the residential area of town. He passed the high school on the way, noticing a blond cheerleader making out with a studly muscular jock (Sarah McMillan and Biff Meadows, but the old man didn't know their names). Ahh, to be young again. And then he spotted a couple of girls dressed all in black. Goths, he thought to himself, a little bitterly. Although, they were pretty good looking despite that. Especially the ...
The sudden impact jarred the old man beyond belief. He looked up over the steering wheel and saw the car that he had just hit. He groaned and slowly got out of the car. At the same time, the guy driving the car that he hit also got out.
"Sorry," he said. "I ... I didn't ..."
Suddenly, the other driver slugged him in the gut, knocking the wind out of him. The old man collapsed to the road, wheezing.
"Aw, man. This car is a piece of shit," the driver said. "Hey, grab that briefcase. There might be something in it we can pawn."
The old man turned and saw another guy (a thug) pull his briefcase (the one containing his schedule and more importantly, the spray bottle) out of the car.
"Come on, man! Let's get outta here!" the driver yelled. The old man saw the driver get back in his car and drive away. But the one with the briefcase ran off in a different direction.
The old man tried his best to stand up, but he wasn't as young as he used to be and he fell right back on the ground again. At least he saw which way the guy was running. Maybe he could eventually drive after him. Maybe.
