RONALD
Ronald Evans could feel his head throbbing as images played inside his head. But despite being in pain, he placed his focus on what was playing in his mind's eye.
Ronald found himself standing in an apartel. He would like to speculate that it was his as he found no one else with him. There was a drink in his hand and the sudden ringing of the doorbell instantly caught his attention.
Not really knowing what the scene was about, Ronald felt himself moving towards to grab a gun that was lying on the center table beside the bottle of whiskey which he assumed was the liquor he was indulging in.
Ronald found himself cautiously checking the scanner beside his door. For Ronald, he did not recognize the man displayed on it. However, his old self probably did as he watched his hands move to open the door.
Tucking the gun in his hand, Ronald welcomed his visitor as he stepped inside.
"Ronald."
