Jackson McKennon had woken up a few minutes before. He'd been attacked by someone or something, and thought he was going to die. Instead, he blacked out, and when he opened his eyes, there was not a single thing out of the ordinary.
He wandered back to the street where he'd been walking and started aimlessly wandering. Something was different now. He felt somehow empty. . . Hungry, though no food he could think of sounded the least bit appetizing.