It had been many years since Michael Van Lue looked this sharp, so to speak. He was dressed in a tuxedo, flying down the highway on a borrowed crotch rocket. He could see the church that was his destination on the other side of the river, but the traffic had come to a dead stop on the only bridge across the river. "What the hell is the hold up....oh." A tanker truck was about to fall off the bridge into the river, taking with it a sedan, with the doors open, something was hanging by the seat belt out of the passenger door of the sedan. "Is that? Awww hell no!" It was a baby seat... with the baby still in it. Michael stopped the motorcycle and parked it. He took out his knife, and looked down at his rented tux. "Gotta try some finesse here." He quickly made 21 clones of his knife. He made two circles 10 knives per circle, points meeting in the center, with the flatedges facing up. Holding the last clone in his left hand and the master in his right, he gingerly stepped on to the circles, one foot each. Slowly he floated over the traffic, and over to the bridge. Moving under the precariously balanced vehicles, and finally over to the baby that fortunately was hooked to an unbuckled seat belt. "Nice and easy, everybody's happy, sturdy sturdy truck." Michael cut through the seat belt freeing the baby seat. "Gotcha" The vehicles made a deep wrenching noise as they toppled over the side with Michael and his precious cargo still under them. "Oh Shit! Finesse time's over." The knife clones whipped out from under his feet, quickly tore through his clothes and whisked him to the opposite side of the river. The tanker truck exploded upon impact with the rocks below. The shock wave hurled Michael towards the gravelly shore forcing the knife clones to disappear once Michael's concentration was broken. Michael managed to turn forcing his back and butt to take the impact of landing, protecting the baby he was holding, as he skidded across the shallow water onto the shore. "...That's gonna leave a mark." Gingerly Michael set the baby seat down on the shore facing the water, then just as gingerly pulled himself to a sitting position beside it. He pulled a pack of cigarettes from his shredded tuxedo coat, looked inside the box, and rolled his eyes as he poured water out of the box. "At least I'm on the right side of the river." Church bells started ringing. "And officially late to be the best man at Bernie and Andrea's wedding, and I'm probably gonna need a tetanus shot from the crap in that river." He looked at the baby. "Kid you better grow up to be the doctor that cures cancer or some shit." Michael said as he tossed his water logged cigarettes into the river frisbee style.