Todd looked at Frank with eyebrows wrinkled and said "Frank. They'll be after you now. You better watch your back." And he looked left and right, to see who else was coming.
   Frank responded. "They're all dead. I saw you throw that grenade in the street, which killed his brother. Then I knew that Angel and Freddy were the only two left. That's when I got out and came to help you. I saw you get this far and I wasn't about to let you lose after all that."
   Todd shook Franks hand. "You're a good man Frank." Then they heard the sirens coming.
   Frank tossed his shotgun into the bushes and said "you better get out of here." And he ran back toward his truck.
   Todd ran the other way. With a bleeding shoulder and tattered clothes, he headed for the bathroom at the Western Avenue station, where he left his clothes. It was swarming with cops. They must have found the body. And no doubt, Todds clothes too. Now they'll really be looking for me, he reasoned. And he took off running in the other direction.
   He saw a taxi and flagged it down. "Take me to the parking lot on LaSalle, by the river." He wanted his pick-up truck now.
The driver saw all the blood. "Are you alright mister? You look like you need to go to the hospital, instead."
   Todd tried to keep a straight face, even though he was in terrible pain. "It's not as bad as it looks. I just bleed a lot. Just take me to the lot on LaSalle."
   "Ok." Said the driver, still unsure.
   Todd got in his truck and finally relaxed for a minute. He took his shirt off and looked at his shoulder. He saw the exit wound and knew the bullet went through. What a relief that was. He picked up an old bottle of Mountain Dew, that was on the floor, from a few days ago and drank. He needed that.
   He drove straight to Wisconsin and fell asleep in his doctors parking lot. When woke up to a tap in the window.
   "Todd?" His doctor asked, not believing it.
    Todd rolled down the window. "I need some help."
   "Come in, please." said Doc Watkins and he walked quickly to the door, with keys in his hand.
   Todd followed him in. "I need you to keep a secret on this one, Doc." Todd said, hoping for approval.
   "Why? You look like you got shot." Said the doc.
   "I did."
   The doc frowned at him and said "well, get your shirt off. First things first."
   The doc patched him up and promised not to tell. Then he said "they still didn't find a cure for Pigannellis Disease. But I have an idea, that might, just maybe, might help. I have been thinking about this and, well, what I want to do is, send you to the hospital for a blood transfusion. It should work. Well, it might not, but there is a chance that it will. A chance worth taking, in my opinion."
   Todd smiled. "Wow. I might be cured?"
   "Maybe. I don't want you to get your hopes up too high. But, maybe. It's worth a try, at least."
   Todd agreed and then he went straight to Kenosha hospital. He stayed a few days and got his blood transfusion.
   The day he got out, he went straight to his doctor, as instructed by the hospital staff.
   The doc was smiling. "I think you're cured, Todd. The blood tests keep coming back negative. I want you to see me next month for some more blood work. But for now, I'd say that I think you're going to be alright."
   Todd smiled all the way to Luthers house. He saw Luthers car there and knew he would be home. Then he remembered that the law was after him. He still had that problem.