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Endymion



Prologue



That day, to Alex McCarfferty Simpson, couldn’t be more normal.

He got up at 7:30 am as usual; went for a run as usual; stuck in the traffic when crossing the harbour bridge and curs every single person he had met in his life so far as usual; he even have a chat with fellow colleague, Jonathan, about the footy match in the tearoom on their morning tea break as usual.

Alex is an architect. His firm is specialising in renovating old houses. This has become a new trend lately in Auckland. Buy an old granny house, preferably turn-of-century villa, redecorate it into modern day standard. Mix a bit of olds with a bit of news. Very retro revival thing. Thanks for this trend Alex’s firm had been quite busy. Alex himself has three jobs at the moment: one in Parnell, one in Epson, and one in Birkenhead. He is going to meet another client in the afternoon, which may be his forth job.

He’s having this muscle pain for about a day or two, due to the triathlon competition he had participated during the weekend. He thought he might have over trained prior to the game. However, he’s not worry about it that much. They should be gone by the next couple of days.

He’s more worry about his dinner with Kate, his girlfriend, tonight. Kate and him had been out for nearly 2 years now. Everything went pretty well between them. He was thinking of asking her to marry him this evening.

Alex finished his meeting with his client by 11:00. All went well and he got himself the forth job.

He started having headache.

By about 1:30 in the afternoon, his headache had progressed into migraine. He took some painkillers on his way to inspect the construction sites, hoping it will go away. But it got worst. At 3:00, the migraine was so severe he barely able to drive his car back to the office. At the same time, some fatigue also started attacking his body.

Alex decided to leave work early to get some rest before dinner. For safety reason, he left his car at work and took the taxi home. He was so tired, the taxi driver had to wake him up when they arrived in front of the house.

Alex struggled to make his way towards the front door. He got into the house, put the key down, and then headed straight towards his bed. He felt asleep as soon as his head touched the pillow.

Half asleep, he heard the phone ring. But he decided not to take it.

Dinner is at 7:00; he got plenty of time to have a nap. At least that’s what he thought.

He turned around, and drifting into deeper sleep.