The woman sat down at a table at her local ice cream shop. All was well with the world…until it wasn’t. Just as she was about to indulge, a masked figure in a cloak burst in. Unsheathing his sword and pointing it at the unassuming cashier, he growled, “Where am I?”

The students stumbled out of the underground library like a horde of academic zombies.

Jerry glanced down at the photograph in his hand, then back up again at the woman sitting alone at the back of the cafe.