I made to the door, fingers reaching slowly to it, testing it, my fears were proved to be right, it was locked, but how could it be locked, I had entered that way, I was sure of it, sure as my car keys were in my pocket. I fumbled into my pockets, first the right and the left then I thrust both hands into the back, nothing, but how could there be nothing, two receipts, my wallet and my keys that was what was in my damn pockets when I woke up in the car, how long ago was that? My head hurt, span, when I blinked it wasnt black but vibrant disturbing whirling patterns, get a grip, get a grip your fine, must have dropped my keys I must have dropped my keys, I strained to look out through the dirty plastic of the door, it was a cheap grubby diner, they couldnt afford the glass, probably a good thing with all that wind, that wind, where had it gone? All I could hear now was a rasping sound, quiet but distinct, like a saw pulling lightly against a piece of wood, the teeth getting caught then releasing, caught then released. I squinted through the dirty plastic windows again, nothing; the night was a brick wall of black, not a shape to be seen in it, as solid as the floor below me it seemed. That rasping, was it getting louder, was it rasping there seemed a labour to it, some kind of moist sound, I looked behind me, there was still no one here, all the lights were on, but no one home. Again that rasping, more moist now, sounding almost animal in origin, a noise caught in the throat of something, someone wheezing perhaps, it was hard to hear, it was still muffled, strangled or just too far away.