For 21 years, AJ Goldberg –a.k.a. Anthony O’Houllihan, Ang Yoo and Antoine Okeoke —has avoided the Noid. Until today. But first, before he can face his demon, he must diffuse two decades worth of cautionary measures, taking time to remember the good times, but mostly the bad.

To begin, the Noid Avoiders, radio transmitting darts with a head-splitting frequency that left anyone within fifteen yards one lethal nosebleed. He usually carried five in his breast pocket and one in a bootstrap, but all six are under the heel of his boot.

Second, Pizza Doritos. They say the chip’s hard texture and cardboard taste reminds the Noid of a real Domino’s pizza and provides precious time in a fix.

Third, passports. Dozens. Tony in a moustache. Antonio in a sombrero. Athena in a dress. AJ imagines the Noid, who can be anywhere, anytime, must have a similar stash. Noidando in a tuxedo. Noidonio in a poncho. Nodania in a tube top.

Lastly, and most importantly, the crack. 21 years ago, when this all began and Mark lost his sleeping hours to pursuit from a restless man in a red bunny suit, there was no Red Bull or ginseng. Mark needed synthetic energy, something to keep his eyes open, his blood thumping, his feet moving. Like street drugs.

He snorts what’s left.

21 years ago, on a night like this, on a drug like crack, Mark delivered a pizza. Not a particularly special pizza; a Domino’s pizza. He climbed the stairs of Doom Industries, knocked on the CEO’s door and met a man in a red bunny suit whom has chased him ever since, fueling his nightmares and addictions.

Tonight it ends, says Mark to no one, loading a revolver lifted from a prostitute he murdered for the cash in her purse. He shakes, whipes some dust off from below his nose and chews rock out from his fingernails. Tonight it ends, red bunny man.