Spaztic's eyes slowly opened, but still all he saw was blackness. His head throbbed in pain for a moment, then went back down. He pushed himself up from the wet pavement and stared forward in confusion. It was night out, still. Still...yes, slowly his memory came back to him and he remembered what had happened. Pawing around on the asphalt he discovered the wallet again and looked into it. The pictured license was gone, the rest was still there. Someone must have stolen it. But who?

He slowly stood up and pushed off the dirts from his clothes. Looking down the alley the streetlights flickered dimly. He must not have been unconcious too long. He walked towards the street and peeked his head around a corner. No one was there, so he quickly walked out onto the street. He wondered what was going on where he had knocked out the police officer, so he got an idea.

Going into another alley and found some old metal stairs that led up beside an abandoned apartment building. He ascended quickly but quietly until he got to the roof of the buildding, then snuck over to the edge of the opposite side and looked down towards where the scene had taken place.

Bright yellow caution tape was stretched around the perimeter of the area and a few cop cars were parked, as well as an ambulance. He noticed the police officer was not there, but instead was a chalk outline of his body. The mugger was on a stretcher being moved into the ambulance. What had he done? He had never meant to murder the man.

Spaztic knew he was now in trouble with law, but didn't realize the greater struggle going on. He took out Slayo's wallet and looked inside once again. Later he would realize at that moment he'd already accidentally chosen sides against Ninja and his disease of impure influence and deception. Not only that, but he was rather annoyed that he wasn't included in his signature.