A sickening crack is heard from Ed's house. The whole cul-de-sac is silent and dark. The only light on is the basement light from Ed's room. A splat of blood on the wall covers Ed's Attack of the Evil Banana Bread poster. He sits there, trembling, blood on his hands, whimpering like a small dog. It isn't until the ringing of the alarm clock; set to three o'clock in the afternoon wakes Ed up from his nightmare.

"Damn. What a nightmare." Says Ed. "Note to self, never eat rotten cheese again."

Ed was still in his normal striped shirt and blue jeans, his buff body stretching and his huge mouth making an even huger yawn. His boxing gloves were still on his hands, as if he wanted to punch himself or some alien in his nightmare. He got up and picked up his jacket from the floor, then taking off the gloves and going upstairs to get something to eat.

Sarah had been particularly nasty a lot in his life. She had told on him one night before, saying she was beat up and Ed just stared. The makeup on her left eye was pretty solid, so Mom didn't notice foul play. She loved to get him in trouble, and his senses finally caught up to him after that night. He moved out a week later, moving to the inner city of Peach Creek.

Ed began his day. Not brushing his teeth, not making his bed, and plopped himself down on his retractable chair in front of his TV. He flipped through the channels until he saw CAT News (Central American Television). Stories of this and that, like a chase on a bridge, or a news story of a sad boy making out alive. Who cares?

"Nothing on TV." Said Ed. "Like always."

Ed decided to call up his best friend, Eddy. Eddy and he had been friends since pre-school, and both moved out at fifteen years old. Hell, they even lived on the same block even after they moved out. That was a year ago, and they kept in regular contact with each other since then.

Ed picked up his phone and called Eddy.

"Hello" says Eddy, over the phone.

"Hey Eddy." Ed replies.

"Oh, hey. What's up?" Eddy asks.

"Not much."

They began to talk about this and that, catching up on the basketball game, seeing how many fights they had been, reminiscing about dropping out of school, all of the good days. Then, it talked about Double D. They had never seen Double D after they dropped out of school. They haven't even heard from Double D anyway. No phone calls, no visits, nothing. The police had not seen him since that night he disappeared. Everyone had worried about him and even talking about Double D back in the cul-de-sac would cause a huge discussion that would turn into an argument. After that, many people would either drop it or just try and keep spirits up.

"Yeah. That sucks he's gone." Says Ed.

"I don't even think he's ever coming back." Replies Eddy.

"Well…I'm not giving up hope." Ed says.

"Dream on, Ed. I got to go. Need to get to work." Eddy says, and he hangs up the phone.

Ed, realizing he's late for his own job down at Foxy's music store, grabbed his hat and car keys, and his wallet. His boss was going to kill him as soon as he got there. He needed to work extra shifts as punishment. As he ran to his car, he noticed a man in a trench coat and a black fedora hat, smoking a cigarette and watching Ed. It was probably an undercover cop or some ugly rapist.

It doesn't matter. Ed jumped into his car and sped off toward work. While he raced there, the stalker looks at the old truck, watching his cigarette ashes fall.