Niemand war mehr auf der Straße, wer noch lebte, hatte sich verschanzt. Besser so, dachte er sich, immerhin bleibt so noch eine kleine Hoffnung, dies...alles an sich vorbeigehen zu lassen.Unter das Rauschen des Radios mischte sich das quietschende Geräusch des Windrades vor der Tür. Neben den Solarpanels auf seinem Dach versorgte es ihn mit etwas Strom, den er in seinem Keller in einem Netz aus Batterien speicherte. Er musste es ölen, wenn es quietschte, konnte wertvolle Energie nur verloren. No, make it forty," spoke a voice with a vaguely European accent. A pair of green surgical shoes step into her line of downward vision, joining the first pair. Her arm twitched--must be an intravenous hook-up, there--and once more her consciousness dissolved into grey nothingness. But not before she heard the metallic clink of surgical instruments brought to bear. Dreams! Nightmarish episodes of getting roused from slumber, voices telling her what to do, how to stand. Blue background, blue. “You know you really fucked up Ryan. If the police didn’t find you and bust you for the d**gs and alcohol you could have frozen to death if your car had run out of gas” I admonished him. “Well I thank you for stopping mister. I forgot my cell phone at the party so I couldn’t call anybody” was his reply. We finally got to my house; I pushed the automatic garage door opener then crept through the snow in my driveway into the nice warm garage. I didn’t want this stranger in my house because there. The night you were due back home we were texting back and forth. I had asked when you were coming for a visit. You replied saying that you could come that night but it would be a late one. I couldn't wait to see you, so I started getting ready for your arrival, making sure I was wearing very little clothing and had the toys within reach. It started getting later than you had said so I thought you had changed your mind and would text me to say you would come another time. Feeling disappointed I.