I opened my eyes and stared at the dark sky.  I pulled myself off the pavement and rubbed my aching head.  I looked at the alley where I had waken up, it sure didn’t look like North Delta.   I stumbled out of the alleyway and up to a man walking by.
“Excuse me, sir, Can you tell me where I am?”
“Well.....okay..” The man said eying me strangely, “You’re on 32 Street”
“No....I mean....What City” I asked.
The man looked at me as though I were insane, “New York of course. Are you okay son?”
“Yes, I’m fine” I replied, even though the shock was tearing me apart.
New York?!  How the hell did I get to New York, I asked myself.
“What day is it” I pondered aloud”
“July fourth” The now worried man replied, “Are you absolutely sure you’re okay?”
“Yes sir, I am.” I told him, “Thank you.”
 

 I tried to remember what had happened the previous evening.   The strange man had appeared at the doorway of his home, and shoved me aside.  I remembered hitting my head against a cabinet.  The man had shoved a needle through a vein in my arm.  Then everything had gone blank.  That was July third, and now, a day later, I was in a whole different country.  Could the man have kidnapped me?, I thought.
If I had been kidnapped, why was I left in an alley?
I walked down the street and suddenly, I was grabbed from behind and dragged onto a side street.
“Give us all your money kid!” said the tough looking man who was holding my arms behind my back.
“I don’t have any!” I cried out as the man twisted my arms sharply.
“No money? Yeah right! Search him Louie.”
Another man started searching my pockets, “He’s got no money!” said Louie, astounded.
“Well kid, I’m afraid you’re going to have to die” said the man behind me.
I started to panic, and tried to get out of the man’s grip.
All of the sudden, Muscles bulged from every part of my body.  I wrenched away from the man and I heard him scream in pain.  His arm was bent in the wrong direction, and I soon realized I had broken his arm.   Louie pulled out a knife and lunged toward me.  The pocket-knife pierced my shoulder.  I grabbed Louie and slammed him into a brick wall.  As he stumbled to his feet, I ran up to the wall, flipped off of it, and connected my foot with Louie’s face.  He soared across the street and landed in the middle of the road.  I pulled the knife out of my shoulder and threw it at Louie.   It stuck in his leg, and  he slipped into unconsciousness.  I reached into his pocket and pulled out a wallet.
He didn’t need the money, I decided.   The other man had collapsed from the shock of his broken arm.  I walked to a phone booth and called for the police, and an ambulance.  Then I walked off into the night, laughing aloud at my new-found strength.