I don't ask myself how I came to need this. I once did, but in my inability to understand myself, I stopped. Why it is does not matter to me. It simpl... is, and I must have it.Master did not put me here. I did. My fears must be real in order to be faced. Is this real? It's as close as I can get, and I am thankful for it.Somewhere in the blackness I see, there are memory clips, moments out of time, my moments of anguish. I see a pickup truck pulling out of a driveway, boxes stacked in any empty. .. " Flower stammered, then regained her composure, "What would you like me to do, Master?"I paused for a few seconds, appraising my two new acquisitions."Let's start with Catherine..." I said thoughtfully, "Please beat her back to reality." NNNNNNNNNNNNNNNN!!!!" Catherine screamed through her ball gag as Flower turned to face her.Flower circled around behind Catherine, twisting the rod in her hands, clearly nervous.Catherine spun herself around to face Flower."Catherine, I would suggest you. The kids always like making smores, which is a combination of Graham crackers, melted marshmallows and chocolate bars. Mom or my wife would make hot chocolate or we would have hot cider.It was in the fall around Halloween, we would sit around the campfire and take turns telling stories. A lot were about ghosts and goblins. Others were stories about going to the cemetery and how the dead would rise and come after us. A lot of horror stories were told, each person trying to gross out everyone. "Say no more, John. I probably don't want to know anyway," Brianna replied with a sigh, followed by a grin."Trust me, Mage Morgana forbade me to enquire and I live with the man," giggled Róisín."And what my Mage wants, she gets," I chuckled."True, she also forbade me to tell you where she lived," Róisín giggled."She wanted me to figure it out for myself," I said."Best way to learn that sort of thing," Brianna added."True, if a tad frustrating," I replied."Oh, thank you for persuading Mage.