There was really no use mincing words about it. From the moment you’d woken up this morning, it had felt like the universe was conspiring against you. A cold shower, thanks to the hot water breaking yet again; facing what should be a criminal amount of traffic on your commute to work; and overall just a miserable shift full of difficult patients and unfriendly coworkers. It seemed like everyone had woken up on the wrong side of the bed this morning.

And now, as this long day was finally coming to an end, there was one more problem to face. Two of your tires had been slashed. The front and rear left wheels were completely deflated, causing the car to lean down and scrape its metal rims on the asphalt. There was no way you could drive this home.

The warmth of Jonathan Crane’s apartment was welcoming. You were lucky your coworker offered you a ride home. He mentioned allowing you to dry off from the rain at his place, he’d call a tow truck for your car, and then he’d take you home.

You’re not sure why he offered to help you. You have never really spoken to him, just passing by once in a while in the hallways of Arkham while at work. However, you can’t complain. You needed the help.

Now, you sat beside your coworker at the table, hands warmed up with a hot mug of tea. You had already dried off and borrowed some of his pajama’s. And now, as you sat here, sipping your drink, you happened to notice Jonathan studying you.

But as you blink at him, you notice your vision getting a little blurry. Your head felt dizzy, and you tried to shake the weird feeling away.

“Everything alright?” Jonathan asks, although he was merely acting worried. He out some of his fear toxin in your drink, and he wants to know how you would react. “How are you feeling?”