The sun arose, as the veil of darkness was lifted from the little market town of Sunnydale. It was a cold, crisp autumn morning, about 7.00am with on one yet in the centre of town. In the distance, farmworkers could be seen herding cows in from the fields for the first of their two milking sessions that day. Within the town centre, streetlights were still lit and the roads were clear. The morning was announced …showed first 75 words of 2820 total…

…showed last 75 words of 2820 total…and his work raced through his brain. Then he heard distant voices, but they were getting fainter. He could feel someone hitting his chest but by then it was much too late. He was faintly aware of being lifted and a covering was put on top of him. He gave a great sigh forcing all of the air from his lungs and allowed himself to dissolve into the black blanket that was enveloping his vision.