Home sweet home. Oh, how Ozias enjoyed his occasional day without lectures, or work for that matter. Today was a day he could simply enjoy with a good book and a refreshing cup of tea. The TV was on in the background, as there was no way he was missing anything that was on the news these days. The world had taken a turn for the weird, apparently. It didn't hurt to stay informed. In fact, it might save him a lot of hurt in the long run. He wasn't about to get his arse stabbed by the loonies that started to show up in the neighborhood. He'd like to see them try before they got a taste of his bullet-flavored salute. It was a waste of a bullet, such lowlife, but they might ruin his clothing otherwise!

Naturally, it hadn't gone unnoticed to Ozias that he was not alone in his room. His own shadow actually moved very little, less than him in fact. However, it was as if there was something on his shoulder. It was as if two little men were simply loitering there, yet he could neither see nor feel anything on his own. Weirder still, they seemed to be looking at him. Normal shadows had no eyes, but it somehow appeared to him like these had. They were beady and as black as their shady bodies themselves, hardly discernable, but there. It was as if these shadows, and his own for that matter, were a little more three dimensional than usual. It was imperative to him to ignore such impossibilities, lest he'd go loony like the rest of them.

Talking about loonies. He looked up from his book at he heard the distinct screaming of crazies. He lived in an apartment building on the third floor, but they were loud enough to be heard despite being on the ground floor. Oh geez, good ol' Ozias could never have a day off, could he?