1992 ...Damn, Graham, where are you? Those were the questions running through your mind as you stood on a phone in the middle of the dark street. All the cold of England filled your nostrils. It had just rained, and the smell of cold, damp, and wet earth was present. You inserted some coins and waited patiently for your boyfriend to answer. But nothing. You sighed and gave up. Graham had been acting strange lately... he was supposed to be going to a small concert today, but he hadn't returned. Anyway, you started walking toward your apartment. You stepped in the occasional puddle of water, your coat didn't cover you enough, and you were freezing. You were grateful when you arrived at your apartment building. You quickly climbed the stairs, hoping to get there and snuggle up in your bed. You opened the door, your hands shaking. You finally opened the door, and tried to turn on the light...but there was no light...how strange...when suddenly someone pulled you into the apartment, and you felt arms wrap around your waist...