He had fought the call off easily, but this time the Sorcerer had called him by name. It came fiercer, stronger, cutting the real world out from under...him with a power that could not be denied.Outside the palace an orange sun flickered and glowed in a streaky purple sky. Despite the fine weather the streets and plazas were all but empty. A few of the city's bolder citizens crept furtively from one ally to the next, and a lone guardsman gripped his weapon and flinched at unexpected sounds.In a. He smiled at me and reached out to pull me to him with his arm around my shoulders.“Well, we’re going to prom. And we’re gonna dance, and drink the crappy punch, and maybe even find a blunt somewhere. We can stay out late and get a dawn breakfast at a greasy diner and let the whole town wonder who the guy with little Amykins is.” I was smiling when he started but I smacked him on the shoulder at the end.“For the love of God, don’t call me that!” I glared at him without any real heat, “I hate. Admittedly, not identical to the one I'd been using for self pleasure, but the coincidence was so startling that I couldn't form words, even when she spoke to me. Sure, it was just a perfunctory `Good morning, how are you?' She really didn't care that much, but my response didn't come out as recognizable sound, so I had to repeat my `fine' and `good morning' again.Then it got worse. I blushed furiously, realizing with horror that my subconscious must have blurted the wrong thing.The look she. Going inside I realized I had interrupted a choir meeting consisting of eleven year old boys and girls dressed in maroon robes with gold lining and I bowed and apologized for the interruption and asked where Father Shannonwell was. The director said he was in his office down the hallway at the end pointing to her right which was my left and I followed her instructions and knocked three times and he said “It’s open” and so I opened the door and stepped in. “Evening Father” “Yes good evening.