I was sitting in the restaurant all alone when two men I had never seen before came through the door and sat down at a table right in front of me. The man that had his back towards me seemed like an okay guy but the other man that was looking straight at me was a definite head case. One look and I could tell he was the hyper type that was strung out and if he caught anyone looking at him for any reason he would snap and try to start a fight. It was obvious why he had this chip on his shoulder: it was because his face was covered in pocked craters, likely from when he had had chicken pox as a child. 

​The first time I ever saw Craig he was sitting alone in the lunchroom on his break staring at the wall and eating a sandwich. I sat down at the main table and opened my lunchbox and the man who sat in the corner with his face turned to the wall didn't even flinch. It was so quiet in the lunchroom that I could hear him swallow his food. A couple of minutes later he finished eating, sighed heavily and said to himself, "Back to the grind." He then got up and left the lunchroom without giving me a look. 

He worked in the dairy department at my last job. He was tall, lanky and wacky. His name was Todd Hunter. I remember meeting him in the lunch room on my first shift while he was pacing up and down the floor like a madman. He muttered to himself. I didn't know what he was doing exactly but the other employees just seemed to block him out like he wasn't their.

It was a cold winter's night in 1921 on the prairies and the Kupchenkos huddled around the wooden stove in order to stay warm. The two children of the family watched their father stoke the fire. There was plenty of firewood so there was no fear of running out of heat. The family ate dinner, said their prayers and went to sleep. Then just after midnight there was a knock at the door. The father of the family, Igor, immediately bounced out of bed and grabbed his gun and walked to the front door suspiciously. The temperature was at least -50 Celsius and Igor knew that it was highly unusual to have a visitor come to the farmhouse in the winter and never had they had a visitor come during a night this cold. Igor looked out the window as the man rapped even harder on the door.