"Where," male voice says behind you. "Where did you get that chain?" You turn, knowing already it would be another insanely hungry stranger. It's a man, well dressed. In fact, his suit looks hand tailored. He's a doctor, a lawyer or a stock broker, and he has the same crazed glaze, the same hungry thirst. If anything, it's even more uncontrollable and frightening. "What do you want?" You ask. "What is it that you people want?" "We people? You mean someone else has been here? Here?" His voice takes on an edge of panic. "Did they want it? And who are you? Who are you to keep it from them?" "I ought to be asking who you are." Kevin says, stepping between the two of you. "And why you're bothering my girlfriend." The man ignores him. "What are you? What's your rank." "My what? My rank?" You ask. "My rank in what?" He stares at you for a moment, and he stares through Kevin. For him, your boyfriend isn't even there. It's all you and this stranger watching each other, trying to bluff the other out of whatever secrets you and he are keeping. For that moment, neither of you are in control and it feels like everything, from the future to the ground beneath your two feet is up for grabs. Then the moment passes, and he leers, as if control has shifted to him. "Then you're just a child." He says. "A sheep with something you don't understand. Give it to me." "Give you what?" "Your chain! Give me your chain, before you ruin it and spoil it! You can't have it! It's for whoever can take it and whoever takes it is going to be me! It's mine!" "It's hers!" Kevin said. "Whatever you're demanding, it belongs to her. And unless she chooses to give it to you, all the demands in the world won't make her give it to you." "You shut up." The man said. "You don't have the right to talk to me...neither of you do. You're in a world you can't possibly understand. Now, give me the chain." he said. He might as well have said, "give me the remote"; he wasn't asking for a piece of jewelry, but demanding control. he had no doubt that he would get it. You've never liked people demanding that you be obedient. It makes you mad. Three of these people in less than an hour is enough to make you scream. You were angry before, now you're just enraged. Without saying anything you push past Kevin. "No." You say. "No?" He asked. "How dare you say that? How DARE you say that! Give it to me...you have to give it to me." "If you want it so badly...take it." You say. "But you take it over my body. I won't give it to you willingly. I told that other woman and I'm telling you. I won't give it up." He stares at you, and he sees something that makes him flinch. "You're already..." He breathes. Whatever he sees, though, it makes him advance. "Give me it. Give it to me. You can't have it." The hunger is growing in his eyes. "You can't have It! Give me it! Give me it!" He comes closer to you, threatening, and even though Kevin is moving, you punch him square in the eye. He crumples, unconscious, with blood running down his face. Your scales have cut his skin. And you're beginning to suspect where all your problems are coming from. What happens next?