It's just a lightning storm. That happened at the exact same time I read that strange word in the soup. Was it written in Cyrillic? Japanese? Korean?

I don't know.

I don't even remember the word.

The walls are bleeding, a noise is coming from under the table, the lights go out. Wasn't it still day outside?

Something touches my leg.

I look down. There's nothing there.

I feel something at the back of my head. I touch it.

There's nothing there.

I hear a door opening, I look back.

There's nothing there.

The walls aren't bleeding. There's light outside.

I'm home.