I fumbled with the keys for longer than usual, my mind distracted. This place was getting stale, this story was getting old. What was I going to do next? I wonder what my friends are up to… Once I finally entered my apartment, I shut the door behind me, tossed my keys onto the plate on the table next to the door, and flipped on the lights. Before turning around, I could see that the light was not filling the room properly, like a large dark figure brought the rooms standard brightness down half a shade.
“I’ve been expecting you, Mr. Cole.” I said, still facing the door. “Or should I say, ‘Agent Cole’?” I dramatically turned to face my guest.