Walking briskly, absorbed in an inner debate whether different actions deserve different consequences, oblivious to the men following him, Sam looked down at his obviously bloody clothes, body, and hands when a series of simultaneous actions occurred: a flurry of hands threw his body to the ground; a blinding spark moved from his chest throughout his body; an efficient police force surrounded, restrained, and arrested him; and ferric mixture of sweat and blood from the dead man fell into his slightly opened mouth as the almost inaudible sound floated from his mouth, "Damn."