There is a long hallway in an apartment building. The carpet is gray and the walls are an ugly yellow color, like from the 50’s. There is no trash or any sort of mess on the floor, but everything is dusty from so little use. You cannot stay there anymore, out in the open. Something is following you. You have not seen it yet but you can feel it getting closer. A door to your right opens. You think that on this side of the building must be the fire escape. That will let you get down to the street.

 From the entrance of the apartment you can see that everything is clean, white, modern. You keep moving forward into the room without stopping for anything. Your watch says that it is almost four, but with daylight saving’s time you really have no way of knowing. The inside almost looks like a hotel room, like when you were in Myrtle Beach on vacation. You start to fixate on the soft colored furniture and then the tall glass doors which open up to a sort of balcony and a blue sky. You take off your glasses and clean them so you can see everything better. They are in your hand when you realize a strong smell of spices and vegetables has steadily been filling the room. You imagine every corner of the apartment almost bursting from the delicious odors of some unknown chef. In fact, now you see a tall black man standing in front of a stove behind you. You take a few steps towards him. He is a real giant.