After some small talk with Alex, he left and headed back to his cabin on the beach. As he passed the old house, she was nowhere to be seen, the small... truck was gone...Damn, he thought to himself...what a fool he had made of himself...what difference did it matter..it wasn't like he knew her or had even met her. But no matter how hard he tried, he couldn't get her out of his mind...That night as he lay on his bed upstairs, letting the soft breeze lull him to sleep, he dreamt of what she was. " Of course my dear, of course!" She said, opening the door wide to me this time. Her house was a neat and tidy parody of an old woman's house. There were little knit covers on everything that wasn't nailed down, and a few of the things that were. Little glass figurines decorated every flat surface and there were small pillows, also with knit covers, on every chair, on the parlor bench and the sofa in the sitting room where she led me. I was curious to see if there were knit pillows on the. All the islands (those capable of supporting life anyway) have a number of powerful guardian spirits that act as agents of the Elemental Deities, these spirits control the winds, water, fertility, mineral richness and temperature of the islands. Depending on the attitude of the spirit the island can end up with many variations such as frozen, volcanic, desert, swamp, etc. This allows for nearly unlimited creative license.Now then being its own separate and unique cosmic entity there is no outer. .. is that John?" Yep. Who's that?" Ah, well it's Katherine, well, Kitty. I'm usually called Kitty." Hi Kitty. Ah, have we met? I don't think I know any Kittys." Well yeah, we have, but you probably don't remember." I don't know about that. I'm good at faces and stuff. Where did we meet?" You remember the party at Jackson's house last weekend?" Oh, yep. That was a hell of a bash. Were you there?" Yeah, I was. About ten, you walked out on the porch to talk to Alice..." Masters. Yeah, I remember.