To reemphasize, the wall clock stroked five to midnight. He squeezed all the documents into his black leather briefcase. Magically, it didn't explode.

As the elevator sank deeper, his ominous premonition grew stronger. Like a condemned criminal escorted by an executor marching towards the guillotine. And the urgency of remembrance raised like the temperature of the boiling water, he had to remember it before it was too late, before the merciless coldness of the heavy blade bit into his neck.

The doors of the elevator slide open as smoothly as the drop of the heavy blade on the guillotine.

Silent.

The silence of the empty reception hall.

Then the squeezing sound of the automatic security camera.

And the humming sound of the electric transformer.

Nothing else, nothing happened.

He exited from the reception hall to the parking lot. His sixteen story law firm stood obediently behind him. The street across was as lifeless as a cemetery. Surrounding him, none of the downtown buildings dared to make a noise.

Again, silent.

Silence of the midnight.

Then the whisper of the chilling wind in mid September.

But again, nothing else, nothing happened.

He walked across the parking lot. His heel clicked sharply on the pavement. The moon showed briefly overhead. His maroon blue Mercedes Benz was waiting docilely in front. The lustrous waxing of the car door mirrored the façade of the blue moon like a fermented cheesecake.

The parking lot didn't make a sound.

Did neither the pavement, nor the moon.

But there was something else, something was going to happen.

"Woooooo……..ol! Woooooooooooo….ol!"

A howling, as desperate as a hundred year old senior suffering a stroke, as lamentable as a gambler losing all his belongings, happened. Suddenly, all the downtown buildings, the street, the pavement, the parking lot, the wind, the moon and his brains all vibrated in the same frequency with the howling.