| Gazing through his windshield at all of the dim orange colored street lights of the once familiar North Texas town, that was steadily becoming more and more like New York City. As he drove on, slowly he felt as though his head where filing to the brim with mush. Slowly, getting heavier. Before his head seared from one end to another with an intense migraine. This is so not the time, it’s not like I walk around with pills in my pockets, Grey thought bitterly, before forcing himself to focus back on to the road. If some sort of wreck where to occur, would he tell the authorities that he had an intense migraine, and that was the reason that he’d veered off the road? Possibly. Suddenly, Grey’s eyes burned severally with what appeared to be sleep to add to his now near unbearable migraine After struggling to keep his eyes open for a few more minutes, everything went blank; his vision of the road was blind for he could no longer see. Although he could feel his hands tightly gripping the steering wheel. Forcing himself to see clearly, a burning sensation seared through the center of his eyebrows, only what he perceived made him think that he had indeed fallen asleep at the wheel. There sat a man, with long shoulder length light hair, who was quite pale in the face. Middle aged he was, seated in the back of what was obviously some sort of limousine. Upon the man’s lap sat a mop of white fur with red spots, the face of the creature hidden within the masters abdomen. Obviously it was some sort of cat… | 