"Run!!" Valkyrie yelled, and they bolted down the street away from the mad axe man.

Fletcher did not run as much as Valkyrie, and was getting rather tired out. He puffed along as Valkyrie swerved a corner ahead of him.

He turned coarse too quickly, stumbled, and fell sideways when he tried to keep his feet under him. He slid against the wall.

Fletcher loved his body.

He also loved his head.

What he particularly loved about the two of them was the fact that they were firmly connected;
This was his last thought as he watched the axe come swinging down towards him.

Yes, he loved the fact that those lovely muscles and thick tendons and strong bone held the two rather vital items all fixed together.

Or at least, they had done, until a couple of seconds ago.

***

"We are gathered here today to mourn the loss of Fletcher Renn, the last teleporter. If only he had run a little more often..."