He walked up the hall and tried the next switch, just outside the hall door, before the showroom  Again the lights did not come on.  He walked through the hall door and into the showroom, and he was hit on the right side of the head.

He fell to the floor.  He lost his glasses, and presumably his keys, because he couldn't find his keys later.

Q: ...What happened next?

A: As I was getting up I saw two blurs coming at me.  I was carrying a .22 caliber Escort pistol, automatic pistol, on my side inside my trousers in a trouser holster.  I drew that weapon, and I don't know whether I fired it or not.  I know that it jammed because I had to eject a shell from it.

Q: And what happened?

A: It jammed again and I threw it.

Q: You say you might have fired it, you are just not sure?

A: I'm not sure.

Q: Do you know how long you were down after you got hit over the back of the head?

A: No, sir, I have no idea.

Q: What happened after you threw this .22?

A: I started flying through the air and bounced off the walls and refrigerator and the shelves that are back in that area.

Q: Did you hear anything?

A: There was glass breaking and things falling.

Q: Now you said you saw blurs.  Was that more than one?

A: There were two.

Q: Two blurs.  Could you tell me about how big they were or anything about them?

A: One,  I would presume, was as tall, if not taller, than I am, and the other one was a shorter individual.

Q: Could you tell whether they were black or white?

A: No, sir.

Q: Did you see anything about them?

A: Just dark blurs.

Q: Dark blurs?

A: Yes, sir.

Q: Was the store dark?

A: Yes, sir.

Q: You are fighting, being bounced off the north wall of the store.  Weren't you afraid, Mr. Zeigler?