We come to the apex of the problem. The mystery and history of the pizza person (Cut to the past. A Tuesday night around 7:30 in the middle of October. Pizza person gets told too deliver a pizza. The establishment only has one pizza left, a meat-lovers. The order only called for a cheese pizza. They figure the customer can pick it off, the established pizza place just want the money. The pizza person pays no mind, and leaves. They take about half an hour after the call to get to the house. The pizza person pulls up to a fairly small house, it was suppose to be white, but the years hadn’t been too kind too the old thing. The delivery boy walks up too the door, and gives a short three round burst of a knock… no one answers. They wait around a little longer as the wind is blowing autumn leaves across the street… It’s been about five minutes. Our pizza boy thinks it’s odd the owner of the house has not opened the door. They decide to go in, as it’s too cold to stand around… … … At about 8:25 that night, The pizza boy is giving his statement too the cops. “They just ordered a pizza about an hour and a half ago.” he says to the cops he says disgruntled. “How could some one just end it like that?” he says changing his tone to an almost hushed whisper. As he reflects on the night, he only blames him self more and more…