Thylacine
It was the empty crib against the wall on the opposite side of the bed where his eyes went first. The crib was vacant, his fiance wasn't due with their first son for two more months, but almost by instinct he scanned the four mesh sided and padded sleeping machine that soon his whole world would dream of sugar plums and fairies in. By definition the reality that was unfolding around him should be considered unusual but even the strangest oddity can be familiar when it representation is as usual as another Wednesday night on a quiet block in the sleepy Texas suburb. The room was dark, not in a horror movie kind of way, but in the way that every one's room is at three in the morning. His fiance lying next to him sleeping so soundly, her grace and kindness even seemed to show on her face as she slept. His mind was foggy from the his ritual of taking Tylenol PM before bed but his mind was rebounding and gathering speed quickly. It had been...