It had been a long day and all Luke wanted to do was go home, have a hot shower and then collapse in front of the tv and watch a good film.
Work had been hellish dealing he had to deal with all of the angry customers today in the shop and one of them spouted out the phrase that will be guaranteed to get his back up and make sure that he would go out of his way not to help them “I pay your wages.”
Anyone who has ever worked with the public or in customer services will know just how much this phrase will make you angry.
Having to repress the rage that was his response had then buggered up the rest of his day. So now all Luke wanted to do was relax for the rest of the night and not talk to anyone.
The rage of the day slowly started to wash away as he stood under the hot shower, letting the hot water pound into his tense muscles and relieve the tension.
After a long soak and a quick meal, Luke was passed out on the couch when he was roused from his slumber by a hammering on his front door. It took a few moments for his brain to register what the noise was.
Groggily he stumbled towards the door, banging his shin on the coffee table for his trouble when he finally got to the door he opened it to see that whoever had been hammering on the door was gone.
He stuck his neck out to see if there was anyone about but there was no one in sight, the street was deserted.
He had left his glasses on the bedside table in the rush to answer the door. He was about to get back inside when he noticed the package sitting there on the doorstep.
He reached down tentatively, prodding at it slightly. Nothing happened.
Having one last look at the street, still no one in sight. Reaching down Luke picked up the package and took it back inside.
Setting it on the coffee table he wanders off into the kitchen to make himself a cup of tea to try and help clear the cobwebs out of his head and think about what kind of crank would hammer on his door at two in the morning just to leave a package on his doorstep.
Sitting down with his tea, he picked up the package, noticing a note attached to the underside.
The worst has come to pass, the emperor has risen again and you are the only one who can stop him.
We need you to come back and do battle with him once again
Please, Luke, you are our only hope.
“Who the hell is Ellen?” Luke asked himself as he read the note again. “This has to be some kind of a joke, I’ll be that this is Andy that has sent this.”
Shaking his head he starts to tear the paper off of the revealing an ornately carved wooden box “Damn Andy has gone all out for this one.”
Opening the box there is a blinding flash of light and Luke is sent flying over the back of the couch hitting the wall behind and crumples to the floor.