Once Frank had signed Baron Fairweather claimed his pen and stashed both it, and the contract, somewhere in his jacket. For someone so thin the rolled up packet seemed inconspicuous, and Frank wondered where it had been stashed. Then the Baron seized his hand and shook it. "Thank you very much, Frank, you've been a big help." The Baron smiled, and Frank was smiling, and everything seemed to be going well.
Any minute now.
"Now if you'll come this way." The Baron gestured as he rose, leading the way towards Frank's outer office. Frank rose as well, closing his laptop, and inched around the desk.
"Won't I need my bags?"
"Oh," Frank's head hurt. Maybe it was a cologne that Baron Fairweather was wearing, maybe it was the company AC, but for the life of him he couldn't explain this sudden soporific feeling. "That's convenient."
"Surely is." The Baron agreed, opening the door. "Now if you'll just step through here you'll find yourself in baggage claim."
Frank paused, one foot through the door into a sudden and apparent nothing in the tone of warm summer sunlight, although he had no means or method to explain this transformation, and one foot firmly planted in the grime and banality of his normal life. "Wait, how is this possible? I don't see anything."
The Baron laughed. As he did Frank saw long, dragon like, teeth protrude from Fairweather's head while his long face was split with yellow saurian eyes. "Oh my dear silly boy," The Baron said. "Where you're going you won't need 'eyes'."