Sersi Returns

The honking of car horns and constant construction created a symphony of urban chaos every afternoon right outside of Sam Holden's New York City apartment. The lower east side had changed a lot from the decrepit slums Sam grew up in, but things like the sounds remained unchanged. Over the many years, Sam let the apartment go into dis-array having had it passed down to him through a couple of generations of his family. It was in need of a lot of repairs and upgrades and cleaning in almost every corner or nook and cranny.

Sam was a local relatively unknown archeology professor. He taught classes and did research studying the remains of homosapiens at a local college in New York. Teaching just barely paid the bills, his real passion lied with his research which consumed every ounce of energy and passion he had for the last several years. This day, like everyone else, found Sam buried in writing a new research paper to be published. Sam didn't get out much, to say the least.

Knock, knock, knock. The sound immediately caught Sam's attention as he peaked up from his computer screen. Slightly annoyed, and thinking it's most likely a bill collector, Sam yelled "Go away... I'm busy right now... leave whatever you have in the slot."

Sam immediately went right back to his research paper trying to pick up where he was before he was interrupted.

Five seconds later it happened again. _ Knock, knock, knock. Sam was now full-blown upset and leaped up from the couch, and stomped towards the door.

"Alright... alright..." Sam shouted.

He leaned his eye up against his door peephole to see who was there. Sam couldn't believe his eyes and gasped for breath.