The next few minutes felt like a blur. A woman entered his living room, her presence filling the room with a sense of urgency. She introduced herself as Agent Thompson, a name that seemed to hang in the air long after she had said it. She carried an air of authority that was palpable, making John feel even more out of his depth.
As Agent Thompson examined the strange looking ‘snake’ in the bathroom, Sam and John exchanged apprehensive glances in the hallway. The house felt too small, the air too tense. The routine familiarity of his home had been upturned, replaced with the surreal feeling of a spy thriller. The quiet hum of his refrigerator in the kitchen sounded unusually loud in the silence as they waited for the agent to emerge.