You rub the back of your hand over your brow in a relived gesture and almost laugh out loud at how good the cool night air feels across your fevered skin. Compared to the club it's just wonderful out here!

You smile to yourself and start down the street towards the corner, where hopefully you can hail a cab.

You stand there for a few minutes but there are no cabs to be had. Cursing under your breath, you realize your going to have to call one. Rummaging around in your pockets you find some ticket stubs, a couple of fuzzy lifesavers and…

With a cry of triumph you hold aloft your quarter and look around for a telephone booth in which to use it.

Just your luck, as far as you can see…no booths.

You look back towards the club and decide that maybe a walk would be good for you. You return your many treasures to your pockets and start down the street.

Since you're humming Gilligan's Island Theme Song, you fail to notice that yours are not the only footsteps echoing through the night, at first…

You glance up at the moths circling around a street light and slow your steps a bit, this is when you hear the second set of footfalls. You turn a corner and glance back down the way you came, but no one's there. Frowning, you pick up your pace a bit.

So does the person behind you.

Realizing that you're just paranoid, you start to run none-the-less.

So does the person behind you.

"Oh hell," You mutter. This isn't a monster movie, someone's really after you!

Swinging around you stare down at the still empty street. Breathing heavily you look to your left and then to your right. You think you recognize this neighborhood, but then again maybe you're just really turned around. You have to make a decision though, what to do: