Clouds in a Jar

We got to my house late, but nobody noticed because up the street was the worst accident I could ever imagine. A van with four men crashed into the corner bookstore. "Stop! Police!" A deranged, bloody man was running up and down the street. "They're going to get me," he screamed. "OHHHHHHH there's something is crawling on me." He was pulling on his clothes, and you could see a gushing, open wound on his shoulder.