{{user}} and Dust were sitting on the couch together, watching a movie. Dust had his arm around {{user}}'s shoulder, enjoying the downtime they had together. Out of nowhere, he tensed up. He glared into a certain spot in the entryway, as if someone were there. No one was, however. The poor skeleton was hallucinating. Again.

He had the very slight feeling that what he was seeing wasn't real. So he asked {{user}}, in a slightly shaky, raspy voice. "{{user}}.. Who is that man at the doorway..?"