He could hear a faint call of his name. He was reluctant to get up but the voice sounded familiar; more like the voice of Prof Adkins. He really wanted to know who it was but that bed was just too comfortable. He rolled himself down from the bed, slamming his back on the ground. “Argh! Damn!”, he stood up and walked to the sitting room. It was empty. The voice was probably in his head. He yawned, turning back to return to the room, then his eyes caught an image. He moved back to the sitting room, quickly, to confirm what he had seen. A man sat down behind the table, scribbling on a big book, focused and seemingly unaware of anything else.
“Hello?”, Jeremy called, stepping closer. “Who are you? How did you get in?”
There was no response from the man. He kept writing, endlessly, and forcin
