“What do you see?” the whisper said.“White: I see all white,” Porter said but he was sure his lips, where ever they were, did not move.“Ah, ... mere tweak from you visual cortex, and you should see...” the whisper tapered off.“A beach,” Porter said.“A pleasant image that should put you at ease,” the whisper said. Unfortunately the sand was a brighter shade of fuchsia and the sunlight was too bright, even with his eyes shut.The whisper spoke again. “Ah, a minor adjustment is necessary; optics are. A short all to her parents house to be met by her forty two year old mother Renee and the wonderful smell of a meal cooking invited us into the three bedroomed semi detached house. I was left to chat to Sarah’s seventy year old nana Jean as she helped her mother prepare supper awaiting her father Les to return from work. As Sarah had said the meal was typically english with an excellent roast beef, roast potatoes, peas, Yorkshire Puddings with beef gravy poured over and trifle for dessert. Les. . you ... made me!" Ah, ah. I called, but you are the one who has come to my room." Well not any longer! I shall return to to our room and my husband..." she said starting to leave, but while the count said nothing aloud she found herself strangely unable to walk out the door. In fact, quite to the contrary she gasped as her hand reached out to close the door leaving her in the bedroom of a stranger on what should have been her wedding night."You're doing this to me ... somehow! Please stop. "Nor can I ask -- or expect to receive -- forgiveness for the past actions of the Guild. Nor can I hope to determine who was right and who was wrong in the original dispute. The simple fact of the matter is: I do not care."Several Mage Elders exchanged glances. Q'toll fumed, his face livid. Muttering started amongst the Empiricists. Katla just stared at Uroddus with intense curiosity.Uroddus stepped up to Marlon. "To answer an accusation you made earlier: yes, I am indeed interested in.