Siegfried woke up, lying slumped against the hallway wall and he looked around trying to remember what had happened. He couldn't recall anything that happened within the last half hour but he did notice that the door to his apartment was wide open. His head hurt and he couldn't figure out what had happened, thinking he had just collapsed due to low iron. He made a note to improve his diet a bit.

Siegfried got up and gingerly felt the back of his head where a bump was forming. He walked into the kitchen to find an ice pack or something of the sorts, getting out a frozen pack of peas and wrapping it in a towel he held it to the slowly growing bump. He decided to put on some music to relax while he put some noodles on the stove and then lay down to give his head some rest. Putting on some Rammstein he went to work boiling some water. Something to note was that Siegfried may have been of German descent but he never learned any German from his parents who had moved to America before he was born. At first he didn't even notice that he could understand what they were saying and absent mindedly started to sing along. After a few minutes it suddenly hit him and he stopped right in his tracks and just stood there, not completely comprehending what was happening. Standing there in shock and confusion for a couple minutes, he came to the conclusion that he had hit his head a lot harder than he had realized and wasn't completely conscious. He decided to abandon the food and just go lie down for an hour or so, and then call the doctor for a check in to make sure he didn't have a concussion. Siegfried paused the music and collapsed on his raggedy sofa. He closed his eyes and tried to ignore the events of the last few minutes. He slowly drifted away into an uneasy sleep.

Siegfried woke up, a bit disoriented and unsure what time it was. It was quite dark outside so he decided to just go to sleep. He got up and checked on the noodles to make sure he had turned off the stove. He felt a bit groggy so he went to his little bathroom to wash up before sleeping, opening the door and flicking on the light he went over to the sink to wash his face. Closing his eyes he turned on the faucet and splashed water on his face, and rubbed it dry with a towel. Siegfried looked up into the small dirty mirror. To his complete shock it wasn't his reflection that he saw staring back at him. Instead there was a man with dark, greasy, thin hair kept off to the side. He had a small rectangular mustache, and an arrogant look of disdain on his face.

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Siegfried stumbled backwards, slipping and stumbling, his foot caught on the toilet and he tipped over backward, his head making contact with his tile floor with a sharp crack. Siegfried suddenly jerked awake, and he looked around, bewildered. He was still lying on his sofa, with the early morning light streaming through the window. He struggled to get up, he was still trying to make sense of the dream he just had. He decided that showering should be the next thing to do, although he wasn't thrilled with the idea of going into the bathroom after that dream. Siegfried slowly approached the bathroom door and gently pushed it open, unnerved from his mysterious dream, he was reluctant to look into the mirror, he shook it off though and peered at his reflection. He breathed a sigh of relief when he saw his own reflection, his dark hair, his stubble, his blue eyes, his face. He undressed and got into the shower, turning on the water and letting it run down his body. It helped distract him from the weird happenings of the last 24 hours. Once he was done he dried himself off and put on some jeans and his favorite leather jacket. He quite liked it; he had adorned it with a multitude of band patches, including Slayer, Pantera, Testament, Mayhem and many more.

Siegfried was starving since he hadn't eaten the night before, and since it was a Saturday morning he decided to treat himself and make himself a nice plate of scrambled eggs. He was feeling way better than earlier and was actually optimistic about the day. Putting on some Slaughter to Prevail to match his cheery morning attitude he got to work making his breakfast.