Something strange has happened.
I awoke, sometime in the early hours to a ripping sound, as if the fabric of time itself was being torn apart.
The Time Machine!
I rushed downstairs, losing one slipper on the 1st floor landing and in the lobby almost ran smack into one of them.
A Day Walker!
He was coming from the basement, a smug smile on his face. I noticed that he walked with a slight limp and a white cane.
Whether he sensed me or felt me, I will not know, but he carried on walking across the lobby and out the glass doors onto the quiet street beyond.
Tap Tap Tap.
I tried the basement door. It was locked.
I shouted after him, but he was gone, as if he had simply melted into the approaching dawn outside.
It was then that I realised that Bruce, our doorman was missing.