Tord had fallen not too far from the rubble of their old house. Paul and Patryk drove up and gasped. Tord was laying on the ground with a harpoon in his chest. He wasn't moving but was still somehow breathing. Somehow, they managed to get Tord to a hospital.
Tord woke up a few days later. He tried to sit up, but couldn't due to immense pain in his chest. He looked down and saw bandages over his chest. He then noticed a radio playing in the corner of the room. Someone was talking and it soon began playing Sunshine Lollipops and Rainbows. Tord sighed.
"That's my life all right.."
