I was shot at by the guy in a black hoodie and sunglasses but I swiftly dodged it. "Stop! FBI!" I yelled for the second time. This guy is faster than he looks but I push myself to be faster. The guy turned in the corner and I followed, but when I did, I saw crowds and crowds of people. It's like he vanished. I looked around and I saw him go into an alley way. I ran towards it and saw the guy trapped in a corner. He held the gun and growled. "Don't move." I said, walking closer. He fired and missed but smirked. Suddenly I felt a sharp pain on my arm. I tackled him and he dropped the gun. We wrestled a bit until I managed to knock off his sunglasses. When I looked at his face, I froze. He punched me before kicking me off. No, I thought, it can't be him. He's been dead for 7 years. He grabbed the sunglasses before dusting them off. "Pretty boy, Spencer is that you?" He paused. I saw his mouth move as if he was mouthing my words. He scowled. "Who Are You Calling Pretty Boy?"