Its started with a roll of toilet paper. Nothing really significant about it. It was a roll of toilet paper and most likely from the dollar store. But it was always on the floor. Always. Every time Linus would enter that bathroom, he would look down and see it starting back at him from its perch on the floor. And every time he would bend down pick it up and secure it back on the holder in the wall, do his business and leave. When he would return, there it would be on the floor looking up at him again, with a long frustrated sigh Linus would repeat the ritual and leave. This unending seemingly meaningless but ever so frustrating ritual that was repeated a hundred times a day. It’s where it began.