Dylan looked at his watch as the cab pulled up to the front door of his apartment building. He was tired, a little drunk, and not in any mood to deal with anything or anyone that would get between him and his bed. It was almost five in the morning, and his shift had been particularly uneventful. His visit to one of the after-hours pubs he knew of had been equally uneventful, and so he he had resigned himself to just getting home, somehow managing to sleep and getting up the next day, ready to protect some pharmacy from the never-ending threat of junkies willing to bust through armored glass just to get their hands on a couple of hundred-thousand dollars worth of prescription drugs.
"Fuck." he whispered to himself as he shut the door of the cab and hunched his shoulders. His head sunk down into the collar of his jacket. The cold winter wind was picking up again, and the late winter "Blahs" were starting to take hold as he's been working nights for over two months now.
Dylan removed his key from his pocket and as quietly as he could, slid the key into the doorknob and gave it a slow turn. His roommate Tim had warned him earlier to be quiet getting home as his mom would be visiting and would be sleeping on the couch. Dylan heard the lock "click" and he slowly opened the door. He saw the couch along the far wall of the living room had beside it an open suitcase with what he assumed to be Tim's mom's clothes for her stay. The couch had an extra pillow and a blanket which was thrown over the back of the couch. Curiously, there was no one sleeping on it.
"That's odd." Dylan thought to himself as he quietly slipped off his shoes and tip-toed his way to his bedroom.
He crept down the hallway, passing Tim's room and passed through his own bedroom door. He peeled off his coat, dropped it on the floor and was about to unbutton his shirt when he heard it.
