The job kept Billiam busy. He often found himself stressed adjusting to city life and the job. His boss was obnoxious, his coworkers obsessed with impressing others. These were things Billiam was not accustomed to. His apartment became a true source of peace and quiet. Oddly enough, for obvious and not so obvious reasons, his bathroom became the primary source of quiet meditation and reflection.
One night something changed... It started when Billiam awoke startled at 4 am. A strong, powerful, rumble rang through his apartment. Billiam thought he was dreaming as the sound shook his bed and walls. He jumped out of his bed and realized the sound was traveling from an unknown source in his apartment. In a trance-like waking state he meandered through his apartment following the sound. Billiam was in a mental haze, almost as if watching his body in an out of body experience. He began to watch himself walk closer and closer to the origin point of the sound. The sound became deafening and violent and was best described as a low, deep, guttural foghorn.