My life changed when I saw Zack Selland crossing the road--I recognised him from the shop--he was a cool dude always friendly.
I'd been sitting on a bench he glanced over and I waved, he looked confused--as if he'd never seen me before. As he broke in a jog his wallet fell from his pocket. I shouted out, but he ignored me.
Picking up the wallet, I flipped through it--easily $500--WOW! If he was a nobody then the cash would be making my life easier but he always tipped well. I looked up and saw him turn a corner, and I gave chase.
He was fast, he was always just turning a corner as started to catch up. Finally I glimpsed him run through a gate into a back yard. I followed him--cautiously. This wasn't the sort of district I'd expected Zack to live.
"Hello?" I called, but there was no reply. As I ventured further into the house I came across a his discarded shirt. Looking up the hallway I could see some trainers. I followed the trail of clothes, I called out again--no reply.
It was obvious that he was in the house, but why didn't he reply? I kept telling myself that I should leave, but maybe I was just curious or concerned.
At a doorway, the last of the clothes--his pants. I looked around the corner, and ducked back again. Zack was standing in front of a mirror completely naked. I wondered if I should just leave the wallet and go. But I heard a groan, an unearthly gargle of a groan. I wondered if he was in pain or something.
I looked again, only to see Zack's impressive physique twist and fade into something a lot smaller. As I watched his skin tone tuned to a shocking pink. From his reflection a white line appeared down his front, his hair completely vanished.
His had reached for the top of his head, fumbling at the White strip. It grasped at something and pulled. Where Zack's head was parted--a zipper? He pulled it all the way down, pulling the suit apart revealing it's occupant--Milo Vanceez.