The samurai stared hard at Peter, for the briefest moment sizing up the 
situation, then, with a smile, he raised his hand again, this time driving his 
open palm into Peter’s face, slamming Peter’s head into the tiled wall. A
headache bubbled up from his spine and filled his skull. Out the corner of his 
eye he saw the white flash of his father’s lab coat as the old man tried to crawl away.