He ran to the end of the hall, slipped and

He ran to the end of the hall, slipped and crashed into the door. It gave and came off its hinges, crashing into the cart and stopping a surgery. The surgeon threw his scalpel

at him. But he pirouetted around it and the scalpel barely missed. In a split second he drawn his gun and pointed it to the surgeon. "Step away from the table McDreamy". He made it

as far as the doors to the scrub room before the nurse tool him out at the knees. "Hah!" she shouted, jerking the gun from his hand, "You

have brought the wrath of this whole operating room down upon you and your family!" Before he could conjure some sort of sarcastic retort to the antiquity of her words, the nurse

said, "All is well that ends well." The oldness of it hit between the eyes. Then she ripped open her dress to reveal old dusty bones and cobwebs. A moth flew into his mouth

, down his oesophagus, into his lungs, navigated through the bronchioles, shrinking all the while, until it entered his bloodstream. It wasn't really a moth, just disguised as one.

This is how the alien virus mutates. Now it had entered into his system, it had the ability to re-produce and even more frighteningly, it could

infect anything he touched as well. Like that guy from that myth, he thought, whatever he touched turned to gold - but with me, it just gets infected and dies.

With that I barked back to Face, "Look, Foo', I don't have no time for yo' pretty boy nonsense!" With that I drove our black van over the bad guys with my gold chains clanking.