Jimmy is sprawled out across the couch, the TV blaring in front of him. Empty wrappers are scattered all around. His eyes become heavier and heavier as his pain medicine takes effect. A recess commercial comes across the screen. "What I wouldn't give for one about now," he mutters. Licking his lips, he drifts off to sleep.
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Someone pounds on his door, startling him awake. Rubbing his eyes, he glances at the clock. Who'd stop by this late? He recalls Tommy saying he'd stop by after his big heist as he struggles to his feet. He's such a good friend, worrying about me when he has so much going on. Yawning, Jimmy hobbles towards the entryway.
The intruder pounds again then says, "Berryville PD, open up."
What do the police want with me? A horrific thought suddenly comes to mind. I hope they're not after Tommy.
In a state of panic, he throws the barrier open.
Drawing their gun, the officers take a shooter's stance.
"Don't shoot," Jimmy cries, tossing his hands in the air.