Day 2,060

Behind the usual cramped rows of Victorian houses, modern skyscrapers loomed through dense fog. Their lights barely grazed through, their outlines more of a suggestion than a physical presence. Several people had left the small houses and were standing in the street staring up at the towering buildings that hadn't been there during the day.

As the fog lifted slightly they could see the outlines of people moving in the windows, running frantically like startled ants from a danger only they could see. Mrs Pryce from number thirty-seven was the first to notice what they were running from as she pointed out how the lights kept flicking on and off - or something large enough to take up the entire hallway was momentarily blocking the light.

Soon enough the whole street was out and staring as countless worm-like things chased and devoured the people in the skyscrapers that hadn't existed before sunset. They were so enraptured with the sight that by the time they realised the fog was gone, all the people inside were gone.

By the time realisation settled on them with a wave of ice-cold nausea, all the lights in their homes had been switched on and their doors were all wide open. A dense fog began to drift through the street, trying to drive them inside as the skyscrapers faded away, their purpose fulfilled.