<br/><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, 7:30AM<br/><strong>Location:</strong>Friend's house, then work<br/><strong>Tagging:</strong>Open<br/><strong>Mention:</strong>N/A<br/><hr/><br/><br/>Biff. Biff. Bap.<br/><br/>Ben opened his eyes and blinked repeatedly. Something small and furry was poking him in the face. When his vision came into focus it was the cat his friend had asked him to stay over and pet-sit while she was out of town. "Stop it, Baxter." he poked the cat back in the nose gently. He loved that little guy, but that was odd behavior. Usually even if Baxter fell asleep on his chest, he wouldn't be there when Ben woke up. He waited for Baxter to stop staring at him in that incomprehensible way that cats do and move before sitting up. Had something happened? Was there a spider on his face a few moments ago? No, surely Baxter would have slashed him if there had been something like that. That little guy was so skittish, even for a cat, he'd overreact to anything.<br/><br/>He got up and opened a can of cat food to feed Baxter and popped a breakfast from the freezer in the microwave for himself. "I'll be back after work and school." he played with Baxter's ears at the cat ate, and turned his attention to his own breakfast.<br/><br/>He showered and dressed quickly and headed out the door to catch the bus. He had a shift at the local veterinarian's office and school after that. Typical day, nothing really out of the ordinary, although that weird-ass dream had stuck with him while waiting. He didn't remember all the details, but what stood out were those lights...those bright, white lights. Maybe he was having a nightmare, and Baxter sensed his distress and tried to wake him? Animals were sensitive like that, like able to sense a change in the weather before it happened.<br/><br/>He helped an elderly woman onto the bus when it pulled up and went about his day. Something about working in a clinic was eerily reminiscent of being on a table in a room like one of the ones in the office. At least here it wasn't designed for human patients.