Besides, I got some things going on that take away from my time to socialize.” I said trying to be noncommittal.“OOOH a mystery! I love mysteries!... So what is it?” she asked.“If it is a mystery I can’t just tell you now can I? You gotta guess.” I smiled at her.“I’ll figure it out. But seriously how is life in the great up north?” she asked, dropping the subject.I left our home in Royal Oak to attend college at Central Michigan University in Mt. Pleasant. It was about two and a half hours away. “That’s why you’re here, right? To help me destroy this amulet? Why are you asking these questions?”“I’m not here to help you destroy the amulet. I’m here to help you find yourself.”I frowned at that. What did that mean?“What do you truly wish you were doing? What is your true goal?”“I...” The fingers of my left hand, not holding my horse’s bridle, clenched. They itched. “I ... I haven’t truly painted in so long. Not with a real brush.” My tongue moistened my lips as I thought, the exhaustion. ”She sighed, “You are far more patient than I expected. Sadly.”“Ah, so it’s YOU who is frustrated and in need of release!” I grinned.“Yes,” she said simply.“Then perhaps I can kiss you enough to solve that,” I said, standing and pulling her into my arms.“You will taste my essence?” she asked“Yes, I really want to,” I said.“And may I taste yours?”“Yes.”We kissed deeply for a few minutes then helped each other out of our clothes. I scooped Anala into my arms and laid her on the bed. She smiled up. I'm not here for very long, but beings like me are powerful - really powerful - when it comes to influencing realities. And I only get to visit your reality once every 172 of your Earth years. So, by saving you and giving you a little bit of my influence before I leave, it should make things interesting and entertaining for you and for me - while giving my colleagues, whom I hate, a lot of grief."Carl's one hand makes a sort of fist and he shakes it in the air - apparently in frustration at his.