I woke up screaming. This had been going on for too long. I walked out of my room to see the shadow looming over me. "Help." I whispered. It backed me against a wall. Then it collapsed. There was nothing behind it. I did what any person would do, sane or insane. I ran. Out of my room, out of the apartment. I ran. And ran. And ran smack into a 19th century phone booth. "What the…" What was a 19th century phone booth doing in the middle of Edinburgh? Shadows, old phone booths? What next? I guess everything could be underestimated. As I wandered the streets, I thought of everything that happened. Before I knew it, I was asleep on a bench near the phone booth.