Andrew sighed a little as he looked around for what felt like the thousandth time, his hand on the wheel as he tried to gaze through the pea soup that was the fog around him. He had been told to deliver a truck load of ammunition to the front and he could barely see five feet in front of the truck even with the lights on!

He wasn't quite sure what happened next. One moment he was just driving along and trying to stay on the damn road, the next his left eye was flickering open. The right side of his body felt like it was on fire and his right eye was in so much pain. The truck seemed to have fallen on its side and as Andrew forced himself to look around the cabin with his good eye he could see the twisted remains of the passenger seat... as well as what was left of his right arm. 

He coughed as smoke filled the air. A slightly painfully turn of the head found that the source was coming from the back of the truck... where all the ammo was. Andrew felt panic overcome him as he tried to move and find a way out of the truck before the whole thing went up, but he had been out for to long... As the fireball consumed him, all he could do was scream...

...............................................

Jerking awake, Andrew stared at the ceiling as his mind tried to work out what the hell had just happened. As his heart rate started to slow down and his brain started to wake up properly, his breathing started to work itself out as well. 

It had just been a nightmare. A rather realistic one but a nightmare and nothing more. Taking a few breaths that were deeper then normal in order to relax, Andrew looked over at his bedside clock and frowned at the time. Turning off the alarm and sliding out of bed, he went to get dressed. Selecting a fairly plain, somewhat old pair of brown pants, a white shirt and a brown coat, Andrew's next item on the list was to have breakfast. 

A quick but filling bowl of porridge with a bit of honey mixed into it later and the nightmare had been more or less shoved to the back of his mind as he focused on what he needed to do today. One of his friends (One of the ones that if the police ever asked him about, he had never heard of) had offered him a job to check out a house that someone was asking for people to check out for him; Most likely for squatters or something. Made sense. Sometimes homeless people liked to take shelter in old, empty buildings and it wouldn't do for the new owner to come in and find a half naked, alcoholic, filthy bum taking a piss in what would no doubt be his future study. 

Going around a gathering a couple of things he had taken to having on his person at almost all times since he started driving certain shipments around, Andrew checked the time again before heading out. Getting into and starting his truck, Andrew starts to make his way to meet with this 'John Smith'.