He was unsure of what seemed more unbelievable to him: the fact that he thought he saw the face of a creature from his nightmare on a homeless man, or that he had actually chased the man through the train. He tried to picture what he must have looked like to the other passengers and a soft chuckle escaped him; he knew he would be the subject of at least a few water cooler conversations that day.

The elevator’s arrival interrupted his thoughts as he got on, pressing the button for the 24th floor. As the doors closed, his mind immediately resumed its analysis. He had always been a cerebral person, and, in a way, that was precisely what was causing such a problem for him: he was unable to wrap his mind around what was going on; he felt like there should be some sort of logical explanation both for...

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