In the days after, it seemed that D.C.'s bad luck had finally run its course.
It was quiet in New York, and the weather had been good for several days running.
Luke and Selina returned to work.
It was almost noon, and they were going to have lunch, but first had to deal with… a traffic incident.
A young African-American girl was looking up at the sky, her head and one foot stuck in the gap of a guardrail. She was basically unable to move.
She scowled. "Officer, can you hurry up? I have a party to go to later."
Luke and Selina looked at each other and held back their laughter.
It was Luke who pulled himself together a little more. Holding a towel in one hand, he accepted a bottle of water from Selina. "Since you can't wait for the rescue team, we can only take it slow."
The girl said with a pained expression, "Okay, okay, please hurry."
She then turned her head and roared, "D*mn it, you're invading my privacy!"
