He’d crept from his bedroom and padded down the hall.

It was a madman at the helm.

The anti-government paranoia that grew throughout the 1990s was a boon to Mukki’s research.

Hari couldn’t quite say why, but he felt a little stupid.

Mukki thought he’d fallen asleep in his new house.

Despite at least an hour of steady work, they’d made it only as far as the husk of Calvin’s car.

Tonight, as is tradition, some holiday fear.

William’s waking moments held a steady rhythm for many months.

Gord had fallen asleep at some point. This troubled him.

The town was burning, and somewhere within one of the sets of blazing walls a phone had begun to ring.