For a brief moment, Tony forgot everything he had read or written, had learned or taught others, and acted on sheer instinct. The sense of clear that came over him just then was euphoric. It was liberating. If he had died in that moment, he would have died feeling good.
But Tony did not die then. What he did do was reach for the tripod, wrap his fingers around one end and swing blindly in front of him as he rose to his feet. At the very same moment, K.J. bumped her chair against Emma, nudging her off balance. The blow caught her in the midsection and she dropped the razor entirely as the air rushed from her body.