Rosa wakes up with a start in her small flat. Every light in the place was on, just like she'd left it. Even the half bottle of Port in her stomach hadn't been enough to help her sleep, not while there were shadows about. Shadows where she could imagine a creeping infection would spread...

Rubbing her eyes, she gets up and takes another swig of Port before getting into the shower and staying there for a good half hour. Eventually, finally, she gets out and with bleary eyes checks her messages. "Great, Dr. Caligari still wants to have a chat and I wasn't just having a nightmare. Ugh, fine."

She sets her keurig to brewing some coffee while she starts collating some of the most solid evidence she has on file concerning the freaky stuff she'd been noticing onto a tablet. She had promised to try and corroborate the guy's story, at least in terms of this not being a singular freaky incident.

Taking the tablet, and after a moment's thought, her mini projecter, she heads out to her rental, taking it slow on the way to the address.