A blinding light flashed before Lyonel Baratheons eyes, after which the beds occupant knew exactly what Jon Arryn meant by his last words. Not because...he had an epiphany, but instead because the beds occupant was no longer Lyonel Baratheon. Not really. His meticulously sculptured body still remained, fear not, but unbeknownst to anyone of this world, the person inhabiting it had changed.During this exact moment in a very different world, a man died. He will not be missed by many, for he was. One of my dad’s coworkers, a handsome man with short-cropped dark hair and blue eyes, walked up to me and motioned to me with his finger. I jumped off the platform and leaned up to see what he wanted. The man whispered into my ear, "are you able to join us for a little party later?" I said that I had to wait until after two. He said they would wait for me for that long. It was already 1:45 AM.I asked him what he wanted me to do at this after-hours party. He said, “oh, we want you to just make. .. but the screensaver.”“Oh, that,” his mother replied with a dismissive wave of her hand. “It wasn’t too hard to guess your password. I always knew Bandit had a special place in your heart.” Nicole paused as her son gasped, the realization that she had actually guessed his password hitting home. “But you know what, sweetheart? I loved what I saw. At first I was shocked, and then I found myself getting more and more excited as I looked at all the pictures you had of me. I have to admit, I’m. And THAT is what makes you so good!”“Can we get back to the reason you wanted to talk?”“That IS the reason I wanted to talk, though I did want to talk about the Press and about the article in the paper.”“Maybe we should do that first,” I said.“You gave an interview to Crain’s this morning, right?”“Yes. The Trib reporter tipped them off. There will be an article about NIKA in a future edition. But it was purely business focused.”“Unlike the blurb in the Trib,” Jeri said. “That was a nice sidebar.