Dinner guest stares out eastward window. "Why so fixated?" man next to her asks. "Someone is there." she responds a bit hesitantly, long accustomed to seeing things that others don't. Overhearing her comment the attention of all present collectively shifts to exterior darkness. Nighttime has consumed surrounding landscape, reducing visibility to zero. For a moment everyone searches the blackness before resuming their chatter. Ten or fifteen minutes elapse. Three sharp, deliberate raps on a windowpane suddenly rock the room. A figure, clad in rags of clothing, presses his face against the gl... Show more