From the open window of the centuries-old house you could hear the sound of hooves. The cool breeze parted the crochet curtains slightly as it entered the house. The intruding wind made the candle on Mr. Tidwell's desk tremble, it went unnoticed as he continued to sit hunched over the parchment, quill in hand, hastily writing. Suddenly, the sound of scratching caught his attention; he stopped, his blue eyes wide with fear, and turned towards the marvelous grand staircase. He dropped the pen into the inkwell and moved his chair away from the desk. The sound grew even louder as it scraped against the oak floors. His knees, weak with fear, bothered him as he rose from the desk. Gripping the massive wooden railing, he hesitantly climbed the stairs, moving one foot in front of the other. The stairs screamed under his weight as he climbed them, echoing through the old walls. Tidwell kept his eyes focused in the direction of the mysterious sounds, his breathing heavy and labored. Meanwhile the scratching noises increased in volume. After what seemed like hours he reached the top of the stairs. Tidwell stopped in front of the window as the twilight cast reflections of his long sandy blonde hair on the wall behind him. The sounds grew louder, now wild and angry, like an animal trying to escape from a predator. Tidwell took a moment to compose himself, then moved quickly toward the source of the horrible noises, the guest room down the hall. His long bony fingers fumbled awkwardly with the handle; he grabbed it tightly, turned it slowly and threw the door open. He felt a strange pressure in his chest; similar to the pressure you would feel while climbing a mountain. The feeling... in the middle of the paper... Tidwell tried to grab the film. But it didn't help. The camera began to twinkle; in shock and confusion she threw him onto the luxurious bed. The flames rose, engulfing the bed, and soon the curtains became fabrics of fire. He ran out of the burning house and into the streets. He screamed about the horrors he had witnessed and soon people gathered around him. Someone had come up behind him and then everything went dark. When he woke up he found himself in a small room, chained to an uncomfortable bed. With his arms and feet immobilized. Tidwell struggled and screamed for help. A lady dressed all in white entered the room. She lifted his head and shoved a large beige pill down his throat along with some stale water. He stuttered and nearly choked on the substance. However he soon slipped into unconsciousness, the only man to know of Earth's bleak future.