“Where is your son now, doctor?â€?

“He died Mr. Norbert, despite my best effort to save himâ€?

“How did he died doctor?â€?

“By his own hand. I was close to a cure, I’m sure of it,â€? he said.

“I need you to cure me Dr. Proto, the same thing has happened to me.â€?

“I will do what I can Mr. Norbert.â€?

I thanked him and agreed to come back tomorrow to begin the treatment.

That night I jumped up from my bed, sweating and shivering. I raced to a mirror and watched in horror and amazement at what I saw. My eyes seemed to glow, yellow, wild.

The next thing I knew, I was outside Dr. Proto’s office. The grave diggers were there talking.

“Listen ere, what’s keeping the doctor?â€?, the tall one asked the shorter man.

“How would I know I just got ere myself,â€? he replied.