Rather than acting offended by Sandy's tone, the man seemed bemused. He held up his hands defensively with a smile.<br/><br/>"Whoa, okay! Name, rank, serial number, I got it," he said. "My name is Eddie Booth. I'm a local, which you are not obviously because I would have remembered seeing you in town. I've been hanging out at home for the last week, trying to figure out what the hell happened to everyone."<br/><br/>He looked at her with a quizzical expression, as though gauging how insane Sandy was. "As for nightmares, I haven't met any, but I'll be sure to let you know when I do. Now, maybe you can answer some questions for me, such as: what the fuck happened here?"