Swamped

It's a footprint. But it doesn't resemble any sort of foot you've ever seen. Stranger still, it seems to vanish when you take a second look.

You have an unpleasant feeling you can't quite place. But you also have quite a few things going on. The nurse leads Patterson and Monty to the bed, and you follow along with the sandwiches. Mostly because you're hoping to talk to Leonard if he recovers.

As you arrive, the doctor looks relieved.

"Pour out a glass," he says. "And put it near the ice. Then I'll have to ask everyone besides the nurse to leave, for the patient's privacy."

You all do, and Monty grabs the sandwich plate again and starts eating. You hear a pained scream soon after.

"That means it's working," Patterson says. "Best not to think too hard about what the next sounds you'll hear are."

"I, ah, I think I'll head back to the bar," Monty says, running off.

"I swear, that kid," Patterson mutters. "Shouldn't be working at a bar if you can't handle a little vomit. But then, not sure who else would take 'em. Too many folk in this town who can't look past their parentage."

You wonder if you should ask, but she takes one look at your befuddled face and starts grumbling.

"Not from around here?"

"Actually, I am. I just haven't been here in quite some time." And apparently you missed something significant when you were.

"Well, best you know this, then," she says. "As a warning, if nothing else."