Karen steps in front of me, effectively blocking Orlando from my view. Within seconds, the medics descend on me, and I find myself poked and prodded all over. They don't seem to believe me at first that I didn't hit my head, but at least they don't insist on sending me to the hospital. Eventually, they admit that I've suffered nothing more than a few scrapes and bruises.

The moment they're done, Karen grabs me by the arm and guides me around the side of the building to the ...