"Well, you live alone, so you're allowed to be a pig, Matt. Damn, you're messy," I whined, before heading back. "Huh, where the fuck are you? You said... you'd be here today," I said, before I pulled out my phone.I texted him and just waited for a response. "Okay, you're not here, but you didn't lock the door, and come to think of it," I said, walking to the door. "I don't see your car in the parking lot, and you're not answering your phone."I waited another couple of minutes and patiently waited. Portal? What kind of portal? To where?A very few had been allowed to experience this. Only a couple actually had the courage to use the portal. The portal was provided only to those who had served the Eewa extraordinarily. Those that had shown their unselfish and uncompromising devotion to the others within their system. I was told I was of that few. The portal was a physical access to the other Eewa sites. It was painless if not somewhat of a disconcerting physical sensation. It was not a time. Still, there was one thing I had to do. I may not have been able to help put his mind back in order, but I could still help my family. I needed his memories of where they were.Just before the paramedics put Randal into the ambulance, I reached out and grazed his hand again. His memories were still jumbled but I caught glimpses of a house and a number. There were also images of my family. They were doing things to one another, trying to fulfill all the desires they had tried to get me to do to. Fir usne apni do ungalia meri chut ke ander dena start kardi maine mana kia ki dard ho raha hai woh bola 2 min hoga bus, fir usne ungalia nikal li or apna lund dalne ki koshish karne laga maine kaha nahi aaise mat dalo dard hoga, usne cream nikal li or lund or chut dono pe cream laga li, fir dhere dhere dalne laga, meri jaan nikal rahi thi dard ke mare main chilane lagi, fir vo bola acha baba nahi daal raha ander, yeh sunke main relax hui, or bina bataye usne ek jor ka jhatka diya or lund meri.