PD Linely was happy for once. Crime had decided to take the day off for today, and while there was still the odd petty theft that they were sending junior officers to deal with, they had sent Linely out to get some well-earned rest. "You look tired Linely" the Chief had said, after all that business with Roach, Judgement Day,  Bird Hunters, Sanctuary, the riots, and everything else it was nice to be able to have a decent hot chocolate on a cold Autumn afternoon.

The smell of coffee granules, tea leaves and steamed milk was like heaven to Linely, he didn't much like Coffee , but the Cafe that he had frequented for several years now was still open, and going strong. It was a family ran business, they went to his Church, they got on well. 
"Is everything alright for you Joseph?" the younger daughter of the family approached him, to clear up the plate . They did an excellent mixed berry Cheesecake at 'Smiths.  Her face went slightly red as she spoke. She was pale enough that it was obvious. She was a similar age to him,  slightly older (by a few months in fact.)  She carefully took her blonde hair out of her face, as she picked up the plate, eyes on him , waiting for a response.  Linely stuttered over his words.
"Yes, it's good thank you Emily . Things going OK for you?" 
"Fine thanks." 

She went even more red and quickly moved off, the plate trembling in her hands as she left. That would be something for the Church gossip to talk about , that's if  Irene was around. Great job Joe, you made her leave. He thought to himself sarcastically. They'd see each other at Church presumably. What was it that always made her go all quiet and blush whenever they spoke? One-sided conversations were never things that he appreciated, and with Emily it was always, always a case of running out of things to talk about, then a pause, then lots and lots of laughter. Thankfully one of her friends would normally come to the rescue, and move the conversation on to how much did you like the sermon etc. etc. Joseph appreciated that, he appreciated that more than they knew.  He watched her enter the Kitchen behind the bar, silence overtook him. 

Then the sound of skidding A slam. A scream Cries for help from bystanders. All from outside. Joseph turned and looked out of the window. There was blood on the tarmac. There was blood on the windshield of that Ford transit van. Out came his badge. Out he came from the cafe. He rushed to the scene. It was time to use that first aid training.  First and formost of course , he could check if the man was conscious. He ushered the bystanders away with a clear display of his badge.

"Hey buddy, are you alright?" He carefully touched the highly tattooed man's shoulder, merely to check if he was OK. He couldn't sense any pain from him. Oh God. 
"Someone call 911!" he shouted to the nearest person he could find. They duly obliged. 

Wasn't life great? It felt like it had been a while, but Memo currently had money in his pocket (figuratively but also kind of literally, since he had proven that he could at least consistently remember not to lose his phone, which was in his pocket, and it had digital credit cards, so awesome), a comfortable bed he presumed he went home to every day, and couldn't recall the last time he'd died!

All of that kind of ceased to matter when he heard a sidewalk signal chirp and started walking, leaving the complete stranger he'd been chatting to head across the street.

Sometimes he noticed the pain of flesh crumpling and bones snapping, but this time he just ended up on the ground. His ears were still ringing, although it took a moment to get around to considering why they would still be ringing.

Then he went over to appreciating the sky. It was a really pretty shade of blue today, and the clouds were very nicely defined. It would be better if it weren't so noisy, but he could take a picture with his phone. That would be good. And maybe someone could help him print it off so he could stick it up on his wall. He needed more things in there to make it obvious it was his. The doors and little rooms all looked the same otherwise...

...someone was touching him. Memo blinked, and turned his head a bit while one hand snaked into his pocket to find his phone.

His phone!

Concern immediately flooded Memo's face and he flailed himself upright, frantically feeling around his other pockets and twisting to see behind him. Where was his phone?! He needed it!

Considering the state of his clothing, it wasn't hard to understand why there was some renewed yelling and screaming from bystanders. Ironically enough... one of the ones screaming happened to have picked up Memo's phone, and was using it to call 9-1-1 on his behalf.

The heavily tattooed man suddenly flailed and sat upright. His clothing was pretty torn, and while his decency was preserved from where Linely was standing, there was a degree of concern that it wasn't quite right from different angles. That and the Man's clothing was now in parts tinted red, due to the sheer severity of his injury. That said, this guy seemed in surprisingly good shape...

The man was looking for something, searching frantically. "Sir, I think it best if you stay in your position, you took a pretty nasty hit there, what are you looking for?" Linely spoke , honestly in his time as a Policeman he had never seen anything like this before. He'd had people survive being run over through having mutations that put a dent in the car, but never this.

The van that had hit him was still here, but it appeared the driver had made a break for it. Linely hated it when they did that. He had nothing to worry about, it didn't appear to be deliberate, and the fact that he had stopped suggested that he hadn't been speeding. This aroused Linely's suspicion , but he had bigger concerns like this man who felt no pain to worry about.