2012 in the evening, Lydia outside, nothing else. Maybe downstairs, catch a gig, some music, nothing bad and then the sign: “Week of Decay”!
She down and all nice, everything’s fine, found a place, music starts.
Then only fragments, sounds busting, scratching instruments on human skin, wood on steel. Lydia runs …
Later: 2015, again outside …
“Revenge of the Future!” … right there on the flyer: Decay Today.
She closer, it can’t be.
Oh …