How far I was currently from that state, I had no way of knowing. Mythoughts seemed to be fairly lucid, but who was I to judge? I had nothing to goby.... My past, my former self seemed to be such a shadow, a dream that was fadingmore and more each day. And each day I wondered when I was going to awake andrealize that I remembered nothing about how life used to be, how I used to be.Each day I tried to spend time in reflection, tried to fall asleep each nightthinking of the things that I used to do,. ’ Lance replied. ‘I don’t know about you guys, but I am going fishing. Anyone want to join me?’ Grayson asked as he got his supplies. ‘I will!’ popped up Kyra. ‘Hold on, Miss Kyra. You’re going to need some help.’ replied Sir Reginald as he stood up. He did not want to admit it, but he was really looking forward to doing that. ‘You know how to fish, Sir Reginald?’ ‘Yes, young miss. Before the Invasion, it was one of my favorite activities.’ mentioned Sir Reginald as he followed Grayson. Cartman could hear the sounds of more Alien footsteps behind him and could tell the other Aliens were gathering around him and the first Alien. One of the Aliens to his left was breathing quite heavily as he tugged on his Alien cock. Then suddenly both of Cartmans arms were grabbed and twisted down and below the cold metal table. It was not too painful but nothing he could imagine breaking free from it was an awkward position and he just wasn't strong enough to break free from the Aliens. His tall handyman was too lanky for his fit but 60-year-old body.)Oliver Wendell Douglas raised his voice more, "ALF!!"Alf was startled. "Oh, Mr. Douglas!" And he fumbled to turn off the radio. "You're home early!"Mr. Douglas informed him, "I work on the farm! I don't commute!"Alf joked, "You would if you had a larger farm (heh, hnh!)" The washer's buzzer buzzed.Oliver Douglas told the man opening the washer door, "You couldn't pay me enough to commute!" He had to look away from the frilly.