Taking in the changes in his environment, he yawned. He must have fallen asleep without realizing. The room was dark, the light outside the window having dimmed. Victor rubbed his eyes and stood up to stretch. Walking into the living room, he hesitantly cracked the door open. Peering through the sliver, his eyes darted from left to right, past the man who stood on the other side. "Are you alone?" Victor asked. "Yes." Victor's head tilted. The man was not one of his neighbors. "The people who stay around these parts at this time of year usually stay to themselves. What do you want?" "I am here to speak to you, Victor." Inwardly Victor jumped. The stranger knew his name. He was sure he didn't know the man, although something about him seemed familiar. Curiosity made Victor widen the crevice to openly scrutinize his visitor further. The man remained silent and didn't move, seemingly content with letting Victor examine him. Squinting, Victor craned his neck forward. Something about this man was definitely memorable.
