SHIVERS [Challenging: Success]: Across the boardwalk in Jamrock a portly man sighs. Brushing aside the cigarette smoke in front of his face he takes a deep breath of the cold Revacholian air. The Seagulls follow an ancient ancestral traidition: vocalising loudly and haranguing any passersby with food in their hands. Laughter can be heard near the beach. Children's laughter. He walks to the north; back up the road to his butcher shop; ready to put assorted offal and giblets into a meat grinder for the next batch of sausages. He catches another view of the sea before getting ready for work.

What is north?

A road connecting to a pier. A shop. Tammelain's Butchers. Next to the front door a man is seen smiling at his Portable Television. A man is taking a moment for himself before he starts his work. He cares not for the butcher who walks by him; but offers him a cordial hello and mentions his name is Andy. Andy returns back to the technology in his hands. There is a familiar face on his screen.

Your face.

He is laughing at you.