The man in the wheelchair is shot by a pervert kidnapper. He lay poisoned by the future. Later, when the threads of then and now entwine and leave the present seemingly tied, the student will show that the open hand can injure just as well as the closed fist. Is this why the big guy up there won't cut him some slack?
All we can say with certainty is that a baleful song haunts the valley of death. We'd better look after that cough.
"Why has Apocalypse been awakened in an unfinished state of organic coherence?"
