As you woke from a rather strange dream, a weird dream that you couldn't remember now but you know it was off and different, like a dream warning you of something going on in the bigger picture. Before you could think more into it you hear an ear splitting crash in the cabin. You shot up and, nearly falling, you leaned over to turn on the desk lamp beside your bed, the clock below it read 2:38 and since the night was still as dark as ever you knew exactly what had made that crash. Rubbing your hands over face you reluctantly get up and stumbled down the hall and stairs of the cabin to Stanford's office area.

He was hunched over his desk as you stood in the doorway, you were sure if there was a killer there or even a monster worse than what you've both experienced he would have likely guess ignored it and told it he was busy, which was very like Ford to do. With a sigh you shook you're head wondering what he "had" to do right now. Before you could think about what to say to him you heard his mumbles and annoyed curses of whats wrong.