Ezekiel Lott had just woken up form a terrible, recurring dream. In this dream, he is running through the wilderness in South Africa near his home village, directly outside of the boundary of Kruger Park. Kruger Park is a wildlife reserve. He is running because he is being chased. He is being chased by something terrible and wild and vengeful. He knows what is chasing him. It is a leopard. And then it is two leopards. And then it is six. And then it is every leopard that he has ever killed, which add up to quite a few. As he runs, he sees a fork far in the distance. Not a fork in the road, but a silver fork used to eat solid foods. It is sitting on the ground, covered in dirt, but the gleam catches his eye. He knows that if he reaches the fork, he will be free from the terrible, wild, vengeful leopards. But he can never reach it. The dream always ends too quickly. The ending to the dream varies. Sometimes he trips and the leopards eat him. Sometimes he jumps the fence into Kruger Park. Or, as in many dreams, there will be a sudden change in location and he will find himself safely somewhere else. In this particular dream, Ezekiel finds himself teleported from the edge of Kruger Park back to the Jamaican Restaurant down the street from where he lives. At this point, he wakes up. He looks around his room at his many leopard-skin accessories and can't decide whether to sob or scream. No one would be able to hear him either way, even through the paper-thin walls of his apartment. It was, after all, a dark and stormy night.