Jag cried out when bright colours exploded in front of his eyes, blotting out the entire world for a moment. He was hauled off of the bloke he'd been scrapping with, and it was all he could do to find his footing in time not to fall flat on his face. His sight came back slowly, spots dancing in front of his eyes, tears running down his face, and he realised he was being pulled down the street by the redhead.

"So that's what you meant by close your eyes," he stated, as they jogged around a corner and out of sight. "What the hell was that?" He slowed down and wiped the tears from his face.