Brief Bullet. No. 380

A group of people. Two women, a hefty man in a light-blue collar shirt, and myself. We discuss. The man is leaning against a pole towards one of the ladies. He laughs. "Aoh". He recoils. A look of pain. He stumbles back. A woman cries out. The one he was leaning towards puts out a hand to grasp him. This replays. The second time a small something enters his chest at his cry of pain. The third time red begins to spread across the point where a small something entered his chest at his cry of pain. The fourth time he collapses. The fifth time there is only a spotlight on his form on the floor. He wears a red and blue collar shirt.