At The Gym

He knew something was wrong the moment he walked in the door and saw the file cabinet turned over and a couple of biscuits on the floor. Did the Day goons already get wind of his coming? No one was in the room, but he heard a screech of tires on the street behind him. He stuck his head out the door in time to see the tail end of a Dodge Viper lurching around the corner.

He marched rapidly back into the gym, looking for Anders and trying to wrap his head around what he was seeing and what Bev had told him just an hour ago. At the back of the room, next to the ironing board, a door stood ajar. He sheepishly pushed on the door and peered into the darkness. All he could see were shadows that resembled a large gorilla with a stuffed kitten.

He ambled into the dark room, cursing himself as he did so. "Diddly poo, I know better than to even be here," he said to himself hopefully.

That was his last thought before he felt a coin hit him on the head and everything went black.