22-year old James Ferris walked back to his UPS truck and continued onto the next house. The incident with the note nearly distracted him from his job. It bothered him that he could lose control over his body like that. If he didn't know any better, he'd say that he was in a trance, or even possessed or something when he read that yellow sticky note. But that was impossible, right?
He shook his head, pushing away the incident, trying to make it fade like a dream. He had work to do. He'd think about what happened after work.
About thirty seconds later, he parked his UPS truck in front of his next delivery address. He retrieved the package, a small one (maybe a collection of DVD's - something small, but something too big to fit into a mailbox), and then made his way up to the front door of the house.
He rang the doorbell and the door opened, revealing a middle-aged woman.
