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[Are you home? Are you in your yard or front porch even, maybe? Either way, you'll hear Graham coming before you even see him - it's that now-familiar sound of his motorbike filling the streets of the residential neighborhoods. Usually he's going rather fast, but today he's going at a reasonable rate of speed. Almost slow. Actually, he's slowing down quite a bit. He's also veering off the road and right towards you or your house!

Instead of any terrible crash, Graham gracelessly topples over the side of the motorbike onto the lawn, and for a few more seconds the bike continues going forward, before bumping into the front of your house and falling over as well.

Graham looks unhurt, but he doesn't look good at all. Seems like he's come down with whatever everyone else has caught, and he's had it for awhile now - especially considering he was one of the folks to fight the Behemoth, where this all started. Graham doesn't have a dedicated babysitter right-hand man here like he does back home, so he's had no one to chase him to a doctor. As far as he was concerned, he was fine, and would be fine soon.

Except now he's lying on your lawn, feverish and delirious. Congratulations.]

Sh-Shaft? Hey, Shaft? Where'd my bike go?