[The light's no longer shaped like anything, but it's moving too fast to really tell. Around one corner, then the next, always just slow enough to keep the boy chasing it.]
[Around one last bend, there's no more light to chase, but there's a strange flash that seems to come from all around. And then, a strange groaning sound.]
[Laying on his back, his head propped against a building, is a blond boy, looking around 12 years old, dressed all in blue. He's pale, and other than a slight twitch, he's not moving.]