Forcing his eyes to blink open for a moment, he glanced at his bedside clock. 7:00 am? Dammit, that’s way to early for a Saturday.Knowing he would...n’t be able to get any more sleep with his headache, Mike slowly sat up in bed. Gonna need some Tylenol…As his brain started to power up, he tried to recall what he had been doing yesterday that could have put him out like that. He knew he hadn’t been drinking. Let’s see, I watched a movie, got the call from the Maestro, and then… the locket! It. I was surprised how detached and clinical I sounded. He lead me back to the door and said with great pride However, all this effort was not wasted. I addressed the cellular breakdown and Ive added made a few other changes. Im very happy to tell you that I have managed to manufacture a viable final formula. You will be pleased to know that as my assistant you will also reap some benefit from this. I was almost nauseated. This sick bastard saw nothing wrong with what he did to these people. These. Lonji and Kyla got in line behind several other pairs at the first booth, which had a sign hanging over it which said, "Registration," in twelve different languages, including Common. A cheerful female ethereal sat at the table, taking down entrant's names and passing out guides. "Name?" she chirped when Lonji and Kyla reached the front of the line. "Kyla Valstar, by way of the Lord Falavax," Lonji replied. "Rotation Theta," she told them, handing Lonji a schedual card. "Good luck." Lonji. I am currently sitting on the front porch typing this story on my laptop, ahh there she is now, Logan, an 18 year old girl, full of life, happy moving clothes and boxes with her friends. Logan and her mother moved in a few years ago, and she had come round to every house around hers introducing herself. I remember it so well, the first day we met, I was sitting in my recliner reading the latest DIY magazine and I the door bell rang, as I opened the door there stood a very beautiful young girl.