GM The Fens, 4871 Stanwick St., September 8th, 11.45 P.M. Farridah Sallhid locked the door of the small corner store behind himself, humming quietly as the key turned smartly with a *click*. It had been a good day, he decided. Twenty new customers, all but two had bought something, most of them had been open to conversation. 'Maybe my father was wrong?' he thought to himself, 'Maybe I can make enough here to get a place ready for them?' Turning around, he took a few seconds to realize the