First I was standing on the playground with Laura and the next thing I knew was a sharp pain shooting up my arm. I looked at Laura. She was gaping at me with big eyes. The claws of her right hand were extracted. Blood was dripping from my right hand. Before I knew it Laura had turned around and was running away. “Laura, wait!” I was starting to run after her when the pain flared up. “Damn it.” I pressed my hand on the wound. It was then that I realised the commotion on the playground. Parents were leaving with their children in a hurry, others were speaking frantically on the phone, a man asked me if I was alright and told me he had called an ambulance.