You wrestle with the shadow in a mad scrap, making a cloud of smoke like those in the cartoons. The thing you're wrestling is suprisingly flimsy. It starts to speak. "Aargh! Let go of me you fool! I'm fragile." You let go in a moment of panic and catch sight of what it is. It's a man made out of paper. What the hell? "I'm paperman. And I'd appreciate it if you didn't wrestle me like that!" You both get up off the dirty water covered floor, and you watch tentativley as he brushes himself off. I don't even know what that word means, but it sounds good right? You think of killing the Paperman again.