The never ending aching in his lungs and feet left him with no options but to stop and hide as opposed to aimlessly running into side streets with his neck never turning in fear of facing what's most definitely there.
The filthy, once metallic grey, bin beside him showed the quick reflection of a black coat and gloves he recognized instantly. While he silently tried to catch his breath, eyes closed and both hands clamping his chest, he awoke from his dreamy state of fear and exhaustion by the sound of the clicking heels of black and white brand new brogues.
The bitter awareness and anticipation of his pursuer's arrival drained his mind of all clever plans and encouraging hopes.
A blinding white light shone in his stale blue shiners and a confident voice rose from an inviting silhouette which did its best to get his attention, it most definitely succeeded.
With no worries of the consequences he quickly stood, ran straight to the backlit body of a wondrous woman, hiding behind an ocean of scarves and suspicious good will, and got pulled into her battered old Aston Martin.
She shut the headlights and sped off .
As bullets fly and the bewildered bandit shouts out his battle cry, the 2 disappeared into the night in their own holy moment of continuous thrills. The divine sounds of Johann Sebastian Bach gently flew around the car, and as the strings and keys danced around the ears of the passengers, they seemed to drown out all of the chaos behind and possibly ahead of them. The mystical wonders of this heavenly music put the rescuer and rescued in a state of absolute silence.
What mattered before mattered no more, the present moment was never accentuated this beautiful before.