He stepped outside into the cold evening air holding a can of whatever he was drinking now days. He looked over and seen the old family cat that seemed to be unfazed by notions such as death running a paw over her ear like she had a thousand times before. He felt a cold wet sensation on his hanging hand that scared him for a brief moment before realising it was his best and only friend, his loyal hound. He looked around the land he called home as he took a sip from the can. He then heard the sound of hundreds of trees rustling in the distance in an almost foreboding way. The next moment a freezing wind blew over the hill swinging the rusty clothes line and bashing the wind chimes against the wall. At that moment he knew there had been a shift in the universe and that everything was about to change for better or for worse...
