Louis cringed at the pun. And then the explanation of the pun. Isaac was shaking his head with pity as he exited the living area. "Listen, Ryan. About the whole.... News, situation. I want to explain it. I need to explain it, or else, I'll be the only one to think that I'm crazy." Louis sat in a recliner with a heavy thud and with a heavy sigh, he released his inner demons. "It was two years ago. I had just moved into town, just started working at a food joint as a bus boy, just trying to make it here until I could afford to go to school full time. Work got busy, I never went to school. I just got stuck in a rut. Well, one day, while shopping at that supermarket, the impossible happened. The air around me got incredibly hot, but no one else seemed to notice. I felt like my skin was boiling. But then, suddenly, it just stopped. That's when I woke up in a hospital bed. Three weeks, I was in a vegetative state. The building had exploded and collapsed. They found me in two days while clearing debris. The area around me was scorched but my body was fine. The only damage caused was from the structure falling on me. Chalked it up to luck, and began my rehabilitation. Fast forward, to last night. Fresh out of rehab, I went to my home, only to find out that it now belonged to the city bank. Regardless, I needed a place to sleep and I knew my way into the house without a key. While I slept there, the house caught on fire. I then chalked it up to bad luck or a curse or something. Then, little odd things kept happening and..." Louis paused for a long yawn. It had been an exhausting day. "I met up with Isaac and he helped me find a safe place to stay, or so we thought. We got in a fight with some thugs and the building went up in smoke because of me. Because of the thing that I--"

	Louis sat there, in the recliner, head slumped over. A light snore occasionally broke the silence. He had fallen asleep in the middle of his explanation.