Run

Francisco moaned softly as he slowly opened his eyes. For a long instant he was aware of nothing except pain in his eyebrow and a bright, flickering yellow light. He closed his eyes trying to fight through the confusion. Slowly flashes of memory and understanding come back. Fire. Explosion. Glasses being broken against his face. Barcelona. Raul taking him to meet some friends. Fighting confusion. And then a thought that overpowered anything else. Run.