Pierce Nolan had lived in Louisiana for the last twenty years, but he had never ventured much further than the edges of the town. He had always been a quiet man, a straightforward speaker with little reservations. The small town of Barkridge was where he maintained his practice, dealing mostly with the local people and their problems. It was not for the most part an exciting life, but it was comfortable enough. That morning Pierce left for work at the same time he always did, 8am sharp. He said goodbye to his wife Velma, and soon jumped aboard the 802 bus. Before he could make it past the edge of his neighborhood however, something peculiar happened to the doctor's normally impeccable schedule. The faithful 802 had screeched to a stop violently, shaking the passengers aboard out of their seats. The bus driver raced out of his seat, and down to the tires of the bus outside. Dr. Nolan ventured outside with him, expecting the worst. What he saw, was a strange blue crawfish