As I was walking down the lone street in the desert, a man came to my side. He seemed to be very Congenial. He was dressed as if he were a business person. His outfit was all black, his hair black, everything besides his ghostly white skin was black. He held a look of ennui on his face. He looked down at me, his facial expression forming into a glare.

"You are an aloof idiot for traveling at night," he had said to me.

"Why are you all dressed up and in the middle of the desert?" I ignored his insult.

"Don't bother me with you tedious questions," his glare turned into something that resembled an old man, angry wrinkles filled his forehead. Hair started growing from his pores. He fell to his hands and knees growling.

I was cajoled to run away. As far away as I could possibly get. An ominous feeling was starting to fill my veins. The man was changing form right before my eyes.

He looked up at me. His expression was ecstatic. What in God's name was happening? Stuff like this only happens in the movies. What was before me, was a mermaid.