At The Mortuary

He knew something was wrong the moment he walked in the door and saw the armoire turned over and a couple of jars of olives on the floor. Did the Lister 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 moped blundering around the corner.

He trekked greedily back into the mortuary, looking for Douglas and trying to wrap his head around what he was seeing and what Marcy had told him just an hour ago. At the back of the room, next to the recliner, a door stood ajar. He despondently pushed on the door and peered into the darkness. All he could see were shadows that resembled a large teddy bear with a dart.

He staggered into the dark room, cursing himself as he did so. "Retch, I know better than to even be here," he said to himself quickly.

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