Tony finds himself standing in a forest. It's dark, different from what he's used to. Everything seems to shift, the shadows changing as he moves down the narrow trail. Above, through the branches of the trees he can just make out the shining, round circle of a full moon. He doesn't feel comfortable out here, but as he walks the forest changes, morphing into a city street, overgrown, run-down and abandoned. The shadows still seem to leer at him. He's got that itching between his shoulderblades, the feeling that something is wrong.

It's not pleasant.