Darkness.<br/><br/>It was a wonderful sensation to Gunther, the absence of perception.  No more flickering forms, no more enimies.  The paradise didn't last.  He smelled the sweat of the man restrained in the chair before him, felt the last wisps of the air conditioner pushing against his skin, and he heard the pitter patter of little feet running away from his door.  That last one wasn't right.  He placed his hand on his patient's forehead, wiping away a bit of the sweat from his brow.  "I'll give you a chance to rest.  Please take this opportunity to consider your state of well being. I'll be evaaluating you shortly to see if the treatment was effective."<br/><br/>Gunther stumbled past the chair and opened up the door to his office, shining a pale ray of light into the room and on his patient.  He saw a black form go scampering away, its shadows elongated in the murky silence of the power outage.  He walked slowly but purposefully toward the strange being, following it into the large room and coming up behing it, laying a hand on it's shoulder.  "What are you doing here?"  He asked, a loud crack of thunder punctuating his words.