The Beginning
There was an empty box of frosted flakes lying face down on the floor of the bathroom in the third floor apartment.
Next to the bathtub was a discarded razor and crumpled can of shaving cream, but the small drips of red on the floor nearby had not quite dissolved in the growing puddle of warm water.
The phone had rang once, but left no message.
Sam was watching Looney Tunes on the living room television and happily munching on a frying pan full of crunchy and delicious cereal when the door flew open.
