Hank heard a noise. Sitting still in his bed, he listened for sounds from the void. Headlights from a passing car briefly illuminated his room, but he was alone - or so he thought. Hank slowly pulled the covers over his head and adjusted his legs to sit in the half-lotus position. He closed his eyes and allowed his mind to settle. He imagined flowers sprouting from his scalp and birds attacking bees, and millions of poisonous spores from an alien flower riding the wind. Then he heard that sound again. Hank pushed the awful thoughts away from his mind and continued to meditate. He imagined bunnies hopping on a grassy knoll, hopping gaily to the summit. There he saw millions of furry creatures gathered at the summit of a grassy hill. A strange light descended upon the animals. His meta-consciousness briefly paused and sought meaning from this event that Hank imagined. Finding none, it allowed his imagination to continue. The light from above shone even brighter making it difficult for Hank to see the animals. A few seconds later the animals slowly returned to his view as the light dimmed. He could see each rabbit perfectly now, and he could feel the presence of every single one, as if each rabbit had a unique and important signature. But then he felt a queasy rumbling in his gut that made him uncomfortable. Hank thought this was strange since meditation usually excludes negative perceptions. Hank called upon his meta-consciousness to provide an answer. While Hank was waiting for the answer Hank heard a loud sucking sound on the imaginary bunny hill. Hank looked at the hill and saw rabbits randomly torn apart and their pieces scattered in all directions, their blood glowing an unnatural hue of pink. Though perturbed, Hank sought control. He willed for this to be undone and for the rabbits to be made whole again. The rate of the slaughter slowed perceptibly and he succeeded in reversing the death of a few rabbits. He even mended the limbs back onto a poor creature and breathed life into it. Blood - This was all Hank could see. But he really wanted more blood, at odds against his actions. His will kept the malevolent force in check and he felt the force gnawing for free reign. As soon as he eliminated the restraints on the unseen force, every single rabbit was shredded in an instant, and the great gush of blood was briefly suspended in the air before it came crashing down on the slick hill-side.
Hank heard his own chaotic heavy breathing and tamed his lungs into regular, precise breaths. He felt the dampness around his head and droplets of sweat sliding down his neck and down his back. Each deep breath returned him to the other world, the world where Hank Dreyfus, the bank manager lives. He could not see the hill anymore but instead saw intricate patterns woven directly in front of him. Hank nodded his head and the blanket cascaded down, revealing his bright room, lit from the fires of sunlight outside. Hank stood up and walked over to the dresser, in order to perform his morning ritual. Hank kneeled down before the dresser that was adorned with candles and small figurines of Vegeta, Goku, and Gohan.
Hank bowed to the idols three times and exclaimed,
"To my forefathers, I honor you with my blood!"
Hank pricked his finger and touched each figurine, smearing each one with his blood.
"Allahu Akbar!" Hank exclaimed zealously, and he bowed to the figurines three times, then touched his forehead, chest, and shoulders while chanting,
"In the name of Goku, Gohan, and Vegeta, amen."
He now felt infused with energy that no amount of coffee could ever substitute. He scarcely remembered how frightened he was the night before, but that didn't matter to him now.
The lock bolted shut, the car door slammed, and Hank was in his car starting the engine. The sound of his car engine reverberated throughout his house until Hank finally drove off. The house became silent. Vegeta slowly turned his head towards Goku, and Goku nodded in acknowledgement.