He exhaled, his knees pressing into the asphalt of the park-n-ride where his car sat moments ago. He examined the holes and slices that patterned his suit, and pulled a star-like disc the size of a penny from his cheek. It shimmered in his palm, and anchored what had just transpired into reality, as perplexing as it was. "Ninjas," he said. "Tiny, tiny ninjas." He held their weapon. They had his Audi.