Sitting back in your seat, you shrugged. “Can’t say I particularly care…”
Oh, and you were so promising. Clicking his briefcase shut, he sighed regretfully. “Well, pay me none the mind then…” Dr. Griffin did not have the time, patience, nor the crayons to explain his motivations to a peon such as yourself.
Frankly, you didn’t want to be involved one bit in whatever illicit shit he was pedaling. Why should you care what this whack job thinks about you? This guy wasn't winning any prizes for first impressions…
The fire began to die out, and the stranger stood to discard his smoking jacket, presumably to turn down for the evening. Instantaneously, he paused in his tracks to stare out the window.
Subtly at first, the nervous flicker of the overhead lights grew mercurial as the room, no- the whole building began to shudder! “Not to worry,” he listlessly muttered, voice barely audible over all the clatter. “Just a…a routine power surge.” Were you naive enough to believe that?
My, some power surge it was! The air swam with odd, electrical humidity that seemed to course up and through each and every nerve of your extremities! Was it lightning? Maybe an electrical storm? Unaffected, the stranger was silhouetted, perfect and still as the world fell apart around you two. Then, in one deafening, climatic blast, the entire room was flashed in blinding, pale blue light!
Shielding your eyes, you muttered as it fizzled out. “Wow…it’s a wonder anyone gets a wink of sleep in this town!”
You brushed it off as mere natural phenomena. It was getting late, after all, and you needed to be up tomorrow to look in town for that mechanic…