“Light glinted off a bright yellow racquet as the stranger took a swing, and Neil was going too fast to stop. Wood slammed into his gut hard enough to crush his lungs into his spine. He didn’t remember falling, but suddenly he was on his hands and knees, scrabbling ineffectually at the floor as he tried to breathe. He’d puke if he could only manage that first gasp, but his body refused to cooperate.”
