Despite the whole world shaking around them, Tomikins laughed—a bitter, empty chortle. The man reached into his pocket and pulled out the silvery cylinder containing the antidote. He held it up above his head.
"Looking for this?" he shouted. "How many times are you people going to mistake me for an idiot?"
Tom ignored him, focusing his eyes on the shiny object, his heart sinking. If only he—
The antidote suddenly shot out of Tomikins' hand and flew through the air, turning end over end before it slammed into Tom's palm and stuck there, even before he closed his fingers around it. His breath caught in his throat as he stared at his hand in disbelief.
Tomikins couldn't hide the shock on his face, his eyes wide, his lower lip1quivering. "How is this possible?" he whispered, too low to hear but his lips making the words obvious to Tom. The man's eyes shifted from the antidote to Tom's face.