"I need all of you to work on Madde and Uncle Emory. Afraid I need more rest than I thought." Both nodded then got a serious look on their faces. "I'...m just worried that we might miss something Alan." Varick told him. "I have the same fear. You seemed to blanket everything, you made it look easy." Truda replied. "As you can see it was anything but easy. I am hoping since you both have had power longer than I, you can handle this at a slower rate. I don't want to give that asshole a single. I was lost in thought and frustration. Then a door appeared before me, a strange, but lovely door. I approached it in my mind and opened it. Revealed before me was the most beautiful and exotic garden anyone has ever beheld. All colors filled my eyes and a million lovely smells clouded my senses. What had caused this? Well, my patient friend. A touch. Yes! A simple, genuine and honest touch. No I hadn't really seen a heavenly garden nor smelled one. I had felt the touch of Aphrodite, no it was. "She looked upset."I've got a headache, Daddy. I'm going to go and lie down for a bit." That's fine, sweetie. I'll bring you a drink up in a bit."I gave her a quick hug, and she went up to her room; I hoped to think more about what I had said, and to realise how it might apply to her.I booked my daughter in to see our doctor a couple of days later.I explained to him, despite her blushes, that I had fathered her when I was only a couple of months older than she was now, and he was more than. Pain and frustration almost defeated him, but his purpose drove him on. He had given it all up for this, his home, his love, his life. All was expendable in his need for, thirst for - more power. Delirium took his mind back through the years, back to his small farrier's shop in Bavaria. Above the door hung his old name 'Hans Bueller', once more he could hear his wife's voice call him to his tea. He walked into the cosy kitchen, and gazed down lovingly at the small boy. Franz returned his warm.