A Warning of Sorts

Chris looked haggard. Chris doesn't look haggard. I didn't think he could look haggard, being a vampire and all. “Ah Patrick. Good of you to come so promptly.”

“Well, you know I'm always keen to come visit,” I noted. “Getting a summons was a bit different.”

“The situation we find ourselves in is a bit different so some cautious is called for from all of us.” Chris leaned forward, the flames in the fireplace creating uniquely creepy shadows on his face. “The nature of reality is torn.”

I shivered. There is something in the timber of Chris' voice that generates shivers. His voice rumbles like a bass speaker. “What does that mean exactly?”

“Exactly?” Chris echoed. He leaned back in his mighty chair. “Exactly I am not sure. I can provide an approximate explanation.”

“Ballpark will work for me.”

“Excellent.” See? Shivers. His 'excellent' sounds like it's the response to 'we just executed the traitors'. He means well and he's creepy at the same time. “As it was explained to us, the walls between realities are thin at the moment. Normally abnormal phenomenon will be much less abnormal until the walls can be strengthened, rebuilt if you will.”

“So it's being taken care of?” Chris nodded. “That's good to know. What do we do in the meantime? Anything?”

“We were told to be extra alert,” was Chris' response.

“That doesn't really help,” I noted. “What does that mean exactly?”

“You have an interest in precision today.” Chris smiled. “As I asked the same question, clearly so do I.”

“And you received no clear answer.”

“Quite correct Patrick. The goal of the warning appears to be to reduce future panic but all it did was to generate current panic. Perhaps we will collide with the inhabitants of a parallel world or an alternate dimension. Perhaps the Old Ones of legend will attempt to reclaim the Earth for themselves. Or, perhaps, we will see nothing.”

“Just the normal abnormal,” I quipped.

“Yes.”