Every breath brought the possibility of stumbling into the abyss. Would he answer the question correctly or seal his doom? Each person around the fire...knew the answers to living on this planet and he was alone, clueless as to even what questions to ask. He barely knew how to attend to his ablutions in the woods; a sanitary lesson every child in this part of the world is taught when toddling.Contrary to the rising alarm of the moment, a thread of melancholy inserted itself amongst his dread.. "Simon?" asked the girl, not quite daring to stick her head into the chamber."What?" replied two voices, one almost as high as a girl's and the other a croak."No, I mean-" Renee shook her head, bemused. She braced herself, then stepped into the gloom. "This one. You."He sat propped up against the wall, to her right, body just outside of the light. He held a glass in both hands and a plate of food in his lap."You're back," he said, though he didn't sound relieved. His eyes darted from side to. The landlordwill be calling round on Monday for the rent, and if he doesn't leave withsome promises from the Bank of England's Chief Cashier to add to hiscollection there's every chance I'll be returning from my confrontationwith Ruth to find the lock changed and my possessions stuffed inside a binbag on the landing. If one of the other tenants lets me into the buildingI can push a few fivers under the door - and while I'm there it might nothurt to ask whether they've seen the lad from the top. But the laughing ghost simply kept coming; firing repeatedly bursts into the pokemon's chest once he determined that the soulless mechanism upon his opponent's head was immune."This one's for Selece!" he laughed, hardly paying attention as both of Tashiro's fists lit up with suddenly focused chi. One was on fire, the other seemed surrounded by icy winds, "And this one's for Undine, and this one's for Vivian, and this one's for-! Ahh-!"Tashiro growled incomprehensibly as he hammered both fists.