<div class="floatleft">(https://upload.wikimedia.org/wikipedia/commons/2/23/AntonYelchin08TIFF.jpg)</div><strong>Name:</strong>Benjamin Wilkes<br/><strong>Alias:</strong>White Ranger<br/><strong>Time/Date:</strong>October 1st, Morning<br/><strong>Location:</strong>On a bus to campus<br/><strong>Tagging:</strong>Open<br/><strong>Mention:</strong>N/A<br/><hr/><br/><br/>That hadn't gone well at all.<br/><br/>Work was usually nice and peaceful, maybe the occasional wily cat not wanting to get its shots, but never anything like what happened today. As soon as he walked in the door, Ben recognized one pet owner and their dog Pepper. He normally greeted them enthusiastically and cheerfully but before he could open his mouth to wish the owner a good morning Pepper snarled at him and barked violently, nearly jumping at him before the owner could restrain the crazed canine. While he might have imagined it was a fluke, perhaps Pepper smelled a cat on him or something, he got similar reactions from all the other animals. Cats hissing and scratching at him if he got close, puppies cowering and whimpering when he tried to hold them, it was just unnatural. The veterinarian didn't even need to tell him it might be best if he left, Ben was feeling too distressed by this turn of events to want to stay around it and allow the situation and his feelings to worsen.<br/><br/>Deciding not to go back to Baxter in case he was also going to start reacting strangely, he simply went to campus. It was early and he could get something else to eat to alleviate his stress and take his mind off this anomaly, and study a bit if he could find his concentration. He wasn't sure what the cause of all this was but he was beginning to suspect his dream wasn't just that. There might be more to it, even if the dream itself wasn't real, but a reflection of a memory of something that had been suppressed or erased. If so, it was scary to think what that may have actually been about.<br/><br/>His route through campus to where he usually had classes or went to study took him past the fountain, one of his favorite landmarks. Something serene and pacifying about the natural flow of water just appealed to him. He thought about bringing some food to eat there instead of just staying in the cafeteria. There were a few more people around than he usually saw, but he wasn't usually there this early.<br/><br/>He noticed it in particular because a few people were earning strange glances from passerby.<em>Well, at least it looks like I'm not the only one having an off day.</em>he thought to himself.<em>But I doubt anyone else is having anything as bizarre happening to them as I am.</em>After all, what were the odds of that?