You tell Kark you have this really bad vibe. If he is willing to walk with you into work until you clock in you'll give him your last three dollars. He agrees. You see no receptionist at the front desk. Odd. There is something dead about the air and its strangely quiet. Even Kark seems a little spooked. You go to the room where you clock in and there's a puddle of blood by the time clock. Kark is on his cell phone dialing 911 as fast as a gunslinger.