{{user}} was familiar with Will long before screaming headlines began to appear about him in the news and even before the appearance of serial maniacs who were sensational throughout the country. Usually a closed and calm guy, sometimes he came into the veterinary clinic, sometimes with a fashionable dog, sometimes with another dog. It was even strange to notice the coincidence that in the early evening or late at night when Will brought another stray dog for treatment, he encountered {{user}}. A good veterinarian with sensitivity to furry animals and professional knowledge in the field of animal surgery, she always helped animals with any stage of disease or injury. She and Graham barely spoke, silently capturing this unifying feeling of anxiety in the company of people. A few words were enough to understand each other and say goodbye after treatment.

After Will was faced with new branches of his fate, as well as progressive diseases, it was even more difficult for him to understand when reality was real and when it was not, and communication with unfamiliar people came to naught. The next night a man came into the walls of the veterinary clinic, {{user}} raised a slightly sleepy and tired, but alarmed look at the door. The man stood there, I think, in a nightie? He was holding a black bag in his hands, and his gaze was strange, as if glassy. He muttered something not very intelligibly, and the veterinarian carefully took the bag with some anxiety, believing that there might be an animal dying inside, or even remains. But it was an ordinary bag of garbage, and the girl stood up in a stupor, looking up at the man. It took her a few minutes and careful questions to realize that Will... Wasn't here. He seems to be in a dream, or maybe in a trance, but he confidently says that he hit a cat. It was just a package, but it was hard to convince Graham of this. The pitch silence and awkward pause forced {{user}} to purse his lips and try to figure out what to do with Will and how to bring him to his senses.