^{Baltimore - August 15th 1979}

His vision swam and the ringing in his ears became unbearable.  He tried to steady himself against he edge of his desk but his equilibrium was completely shot.  His hand slipped from the edge of the old, tanned wood and he began to fall uncontrollably.

He somehow sensed the impact just before it came and his head clashed horrendously against the solid tile fireplace surround with a sickening crack.  Surprisingly the blow didn't knock him out instantly.  He lay there for a several minutes trying desperately to think how he could get himself out of this situation.  He felt no pain, his entire body simply felt numb and he discovered that it was impossible to move. His vision suddenly cleared and as it did he realized that there was a very real possibility that he was going to die right here on the floor of his office… alone. 

The ringing continued in his ears but the high pitched keening seemed to be intensifying.  Just before he finally blacked out, he realized that as the sound slowly increased in volume and pitch it reminded him of the steam trains his father had taken him to see when he was a child.

For the next five hours he lay there unconscious and un-missed.  Professor James William Burrows had suddenly and without any reasonable warning, become the most dangerous man on earth.