It was late at night back in Winchester.
I was driving. As I went to turn the corner, I looked in the rearview mirror and saw a car tailing me. I narrowed my eyes and struggled to see who else was senselessly cruising about at this hour. The light played across the face of the driver--my old "friend" Brian?
And yet his hair was long and ratty and he had a crazed look in his eyes, a hungry, dark look. Most of his teeth, which were never very straight, seemed to have fallen out.
Brian? Was it you? What were you trying to tell me, all those years ago?
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