My hand wrapped around dark rubber and metal, finger stuck to cold steel. I'm in... somewhere dark, somewhere new? As I come to my realisation. I have no idea where I am and what I'm do-The door behind me breaks open with force as a tall silhouette with a deep voice states, "There's no body, explains the lack of a gunshot"

"What?" I ask, confused.

"He did it again, didn't he?" He moves past my question.

"Who? Did what? Where am I and who the f-"

Two large hands clasp each side of my head, my eyes adjusting to the dark as his gray mustache and steel rimmed aviator glasses peer into view. "You can see me, but you have no clue who I am do you? He got you good." he enjoys a chuckle at my confused expense.

He lifts an image of a beautiful South Asian woman with a gentle smile and bright eyes, the same eyes that bore into my soul after a bullet did the same to her skull, my wife. My dead wife. Before I instinctively swing I remember her killer, the media dubbed him 'Puppet'. After he did the deed he took a second to realise. He graciously let me know he didn't mean to do it, he had no control over his actions. He was hypnotized. I only asked if he knew what he was doing, his eyes said no before his mouth, the only thing that stopped him speaking was the introduction I made from my knife to his gullet.

Looking at the photo I gingerly slip into my top pocket wishing I was dreaming but out it came, the puppeteer. An aged, mono-browed face with greying hair and a beard a only a modern magician would wear.

Without even looking at Rich I turned immediately in the direction Professor Jilter ran, we're high up and that fire escape goes nowhere. I finally have that bastard, I finally have him. As I clamber out the window I'm met with a green glow swishing from left to right, a cornered jilt-

That sweet beautiful music, her hair is so beautiful as she dances in that gorgeous white dress. Definitely coming off later toni-

A gunshot rings in my ear as this old washed up magician drops on the ground, his mono-brow split by a hold, my stomach can't handle this. My dinner tries it's return as I turn around and see her.

Rich stares at me checking if I remember, when he sees I do he tells me.

"I have told you. Time and time again. Do. Not. Forget. You're lucky we got him this time."

"You got him, Rich. I only wish I got to him first." I spoke, slightly dejected.

"We both took revenge, you just got justice" he says with a reassuring smile.

"Chinese?" He asks as he turns away.

"Chinese." I affirm, following him.