'Where am I, Thomas...?'<br/><br/>Thomas was sitting in a chair in his old kitchen. He looked at his hand and saw there was a cup of coffee in it, then upon inspection he saw the paper in his other. Thomas looked at the table in front of him, his shield was sitting there next to a plate of steak and eggs. Thomas set the paper and coffee down and looked all around him. The kitchen was the same as always; four walls with off-white paint, cabinets above and below the counter space, a microwave oven sitting next to the toaster oven, the stove and oven combo on the left hand side of the kitchen, and the refrigerator next to the sink on the right hand side of the kitchen. Thomas looked back at the food and picked up the fork next to the plate. He used the utensil to pick up some eggs, then put it in his mouth. It tasted real enough, scrambled eggs with cheese and pepper, just how he liked it. Thomas swallowed the bite and set the fork back down, not quite sure what to make of this. He remembered the day he just had, but it seemed somehow false compared to what he was experiencing now. Thomas stared at the food a bit longer until a voice chimed in saying, "Are you going eat your food Thomas or are you going to have a staring contest with it?"<br/><br/>Thomas looked to where the voice had come from, and his heart leaped as he saw who it was. Before him was a brown and white female wolf, she had soft brown eyes and a warm smile on her face. She was also carrying a small wolf child, who's fur color was brown and black with white spots, if one was not careful he'd be mistaken for a young Harrier. "Catherine!" Thomas said happily, jumping from he seat and rushing to her. He embraced the two, then when he let go he looked down at Shane and said, "My God, you both..." he sounded now as if he was choking back tears, "I missed you both so much..."<br/><br/>"Missed us? I just made you breakfast, how can you have missed me in the two minutes I left the room to go get Shane?" Catherine asked, perplexed. Thomas looked at her, a smile on his face and his tail wagging. "I guess it just seemed longer..." he said, now sounding embarrassed. "Did I ever tell you how beautiful you are Catherine? Did I ever tell you how much I love you both? You two are everything to me."<br/><br/>"Then why weren't you there, Thomas?" Catherine asked, a frown on her face. Shane began to cry loudly, as though he'd just been hit in the stomach by a hammer. Thomas looked at Catherine, then to Shane.<br/><br/>"Shane," Thomas said, "It's okay, Daddy's here." He looked back to Catherine and asked, "What are you talking about? Jesus Christ!" He shouted the last part as he looked at her chest. Blood was seeping through her clothes, which was now full of bullet holes. There were seven of them in Catherine, and he looked to Shane only to see five in him. Catherine fell to the ground, dropping Shane. They both were on the ground, taking shallow breaths. Thomas dropped to his knees and grabbed his head. The lighting had now changed, the sunlight had turned red, and with it the entire house had changed. Thomas looked around and saw the oven door was ripped off the hinges, the fridge was toppled over and broken, the faucet on the sink was bent out of place and water was spurting out, and the rest of the kitchen appliances were in pieces. Thomas went to hug his family close to him, but just as he touched them they turned to ash. Thomas looked down at it, staring in disbelief.<br/><br/>Thomas threw his head back and began screaming. He screamed in anger, frustration, sorrow, and pain all at once. The world began to vanish around Thomas, but something was still there...<br/><br/>'Where am I, Thomas? Who am I? I did it, Thomas. But you'll never know who I am, Thomas. Never...'