Suddenly, she yelled, “What the fuck is this? Is that a picture of me? Did your fuckin' put a picture of me on the internet?” I had. It was onl... a cropped picture of her great tits, but it was her. There was no way anyone could tell who it was. I was surprised she recognized herself. “Did you do this?” she barked at me. “Honey, it is just your tits. No one will know it’s you.” “Sure. Right,” Kate said sarcastically. “Then why did you label the picture ‘my wife’? You promised me when. ***************** She walked into the crowded room and looked for somewhere to sit. Shy and conscious she looked for a dark corner as was her custom, from which she could watch the world go by, the beautiful people mingling, talking, laughing, interacting with one another, both singly and in groups. Men and women kissing the air as they passed each other, greeting and moving on, laughing with smiles both false and true. Making her way to her decided seat in a corner she made herself. ‘I can see the passion in your work, your love for the camera and the pursuit to find that perfect image.’ I was becoming a bit distressed at this point. I had intentionally used a pen name for some of the more questionable sessions and gigs I had performed over the years, yet here she was, reciting the names of various works back to me and at this point, there was no point in denying it. But why Jaden’s Fire? What was so extraordinary about Jaden’s Fire that it caught young Isabella’s. Can't hurt me no more.”I heard a man yell from my left.“fuck fuck fuck... Their all dead.” an almost forty-something-year-old man yelled.I continued to look around noticing 23 no 24 people if I counted myself. I didn't recognize anyone. Some even spoke in different languages. Besides the 24 of us there was a raised platform with 24 chairs, no they where throne's on it but the rest was just the endless empty white void.After what seemed like hours but was only minutes another white flash blinded.