Greg walked the dark empty streets of the unknown city that laid itself out before him. He had no idea where he was going or where he would end up, but home was his first choice. Occasionally bickering with someone who wasn't actually there, he decided he was lost, and that he'd ask for directions. 'Once I find a house with lights on,' he thought, 'I'll ask them where to go.' Finally, after walking for what seemed to be an eternity, he was incredibly weak. In the distance was his salvation, a light illuminating from a building. He approached it slowly, and once reaching the door he stopped to catch his breath. Lightly rapping his knuckles on the door he called out with a staggered voice, "Excuse me. I-I need help." He slumped down onto the ground, praying someone would come save him.
