The Teeki One

Artie's delivery vehicle circled the indistinct apartment building six times before he found a parking space. Several minutes ago, he'd called the number the customer had left when he'd placed the order. The fellow had said he'd meet him out front of the building, but he was no where to be seen.

Artie pulled out the pizza--a vegetarian selection with "just a little bit of cheese." He balanced it expertly on his arm and made his way into the building. After pausing to check the apartment number, he maneuvered the halls. The building was simply laid out and he was soon at his destination.

The delivery boy knocked on the door. A voice came from deep within. "Who is it?"

"Pizza delivery!"

"It's unlocked. Come in."

Artie entered the flat. Less than sixty seconds later, he was back out the door, his payment scattering all over the halls. The pizza delivery boy got in his car and, without checking traffic, zoomed away as fast as he could. Cars swerved and honked, but Artie didn't care. He had seen something scarier than aliens.

Back in the apartment, Timothy O'Neill checked his clock. "Ten thirty," he said to himself. "That gives me an hour to eat before I meet Janet for _Rocky Horror Picture Show_." He adjusted his bra and garter, opened the pizza box and began to devour his dinner.