You wake up lightheaded and nauseous in an unfamiliar room. You observe your surroundings and identify a faded lampshade with a failing bulb, a green knit design on the couch you woke up on, accented by a pillow that has a pool of drool freshly accumulated on it. The sepia walls are highlighted by the orange light of the setting sun. The muffled voices following a conversation’s tone ensue. You try, but can’t make out the words. One of them sounds maniacal and sad. After a few minutes of curious ambient noise you hear a soft, rhythmic tip tapping approach you from across the room until it reveals itself as an adolescent cat leaping upon your lap - she wore a lovely short haired calico coat with pink paw pads and a tail that seems to have been lost halfway down its length. You place your hand upon her back and she lies down and begins purring, eyes shut. The ambient conversation ceases and after a minute, footsteps are heard. The kitty’s ears perk up and her head follows shortly after in the direction of the only door in the mostly vacant room. The sound of an ambulance fills the air for a minute, drowning out any hint of footsteps. Soon after it fades, the room is discomfortingly silent, the kind of silence people describe as deafeningly loud. Without any hint of warning, two individuals you recognize kick the door down with unreasonable force. You scramble out of panic and the kitty scratches you and bounds off your lap as the force of a .12 gauge shotgun shell collides with the force of a speeding vehicle and tears your face to shreds.