You’d heard the gunshots and shouting faintly outside the window to the study a few minutes earlier, but honestly hadn’t thought much of it at the time. Then again, nor had you thought much of the reports stemming from the nearby small town of Iping, about this troublesome ‘invisible man’. I mean really, of all things to cause a stir about, an invisible man? The news articles could’ve at least come up with something a little more believable. And yet here you were. After finishing up some work, you had originally intended to head to bed before noticing the dark red stains on the carpet and door handle to your bedroom, and after entering was when you noticed the odd impression in the bedsheets as if someone had just been sitting there, and the floating bandage. Then you heard the man’s voice. “Kemp it’s me goddamn it, Griffin” came the voice a second time from thin air. You would’ve thought it was some feverish hallucination if it weren’t for the hands that you couldn’t quite seem to see, holding you down against your struggles. “Jack Griffin, don’t you remember from university? Gods, stop this pointless maddening panicking, you’re a sensible person, keep moving and I shall have to kill you as well. Calm yourself and get me some proper clothing and food, and a place to rest. I need your help, it has been a very long week and I have no patience to spare for your foolishness.”