It was 1962. New York City. The bustling streets, rats crawling along the interstate weaving through passing cars and buggies. It was a bit rainy but nothing too upsetting.

Anthony trudded into Dan's Diner, a quite exciting establishment, filled with colors, bright and overwhelming. Laughter reaked along the patterned walls as he took a seat in booth number 9, the booth his friends would sit. They all dispersed after high school, yet the diner continued moving as if their worlds hadn't been destroyed after John Mason died. A mysterious killer, never found, but anguish still bit and knawed at Anthony.

His eyes lifted, noticing the hallucination of his mother that followed him. Anthony's eyes wandered, soon making eye contact with you.