In the suburbs of a city he doesn't know, Daniel Quon wanders the dark streets. He grips his head as pain stabs through it. The aches are becoming more frequent as his mind slowly slips away from him. He's been having strange compulsions lately, and it's taken more and more willpower to resist giving in to them. It feels like he's not alone in his head, and that idea terrifies him. It's getting late, and he needs to sleep. Sleep will make this better, he thinks to himself. He finds a hollow area in a backyard hedge and settles down for the night. Before long he's fast asleep.