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!" The body of the vehicles crushed Michael under them smashing him against the rocks below. Michael Van Lue was dead. A knife sank to the bottom of the river. Three days later at midnight a scuba diver came out of the river. He strode towards his oddly masked companion at the gravelly edge of the river, and handed him a distinct looking knife. He then pulled the scuba mask off. "With this Doctor we will be able to lure our quarry to us along with the item he undoubtedly has." The diver spoke with a slight Irish brogue. "Let us hope so." The masked doctor said with a slightly East European accent. "For what you call the item, I call home." With not another word between them the companions walked under the bridge into the shadows and literally disappeared from this existence.