Revenge of Time

Donnie sat on the lawn while the two dogs frolicked, happily running back and forth. A red arc appeared in an instant, and only seconds later did the tremendous gust of wind sweep through, flattening swathes of flowers and grass. "If that old bastard Old Bartender were still alive, he'd pull out a Rocket Launcher and shoot you dead." Donnie cocked his head, his eyelids drooping as he looked heartbrokenly at the poor flowers and grass blown into disarray.