As I continued to gaze at the image, I could feel my consciousness slowly slipping away. Through the fog that enveloped my mind, I was vaguely aware of some kind of horn blaring. A black van crashed through the remains of my office wall.
As if in a dream, I lifted my eyes up and saw a weird looking man in a green jump suit somehow standing in the van.
"Do nah be lookin' into tha' picture, Professor! It be a trap!!"
My eyes could barely focus, but it looked like this odd stranger had a gun. I couldn't focus my mind enough to call for help.