“My first big solo buy and I messed it up. Ugh. I’ll just pay the shop for it and take it home, I suppose.” “It’s okay. We all make bad deal... now and then.” Just then more customers started to come up to the counter and they returned to work. At the end of the day, Amber was the last one in the shop after they had closed. She placed the money for the egg in with the day’s takes and put the egg back into the box. At least it was kind of pretty, she thought to herself. She made her way home,. I backed out sheepishly. Although he had shouted at me he was in the right.I waited for him to come out and talk about what was the matter but he didn't show that night.I began to notice a few things about him over the next few days. There was a moisturiser that appeared in the bathroom and even though I used a moisturising gel after-shave, this was not a mans one. It made him smell feminine too and it wasn't just me that noticed. People at work began asking how my girlfriend was when. Something sharp pricks my finger, tracing down they feel like a row of spikes, naah… a matrix of spikes. My mind tries to recreate the room in light… and it is not a nice sight… it is forming a nice torture chamber in my head. I stumble on something wooden, a plank… I try to move it, but it seems fixed. I have a feeling that the walls are ever so slightly turning my direction of movement and that I might actually be in a circular chamber. The feeling is reinforced when I trip again on a wooden. Richard was entitled to his quirks. He didn’t have to share every single detail of his life to her. He was a good husband, most of the time, the times when his strange behavior—his other self—did not emerge and put a damper on their marital bliss… Notebooks were neatly stacked in one corner of the trunk. The notebooks had dates on the covers. Sheets of paper with notes scribbled messily were scattered on the opposite side. Some rubber bands, a pair of scissors, an ink well and various pens were.