I guess he was trying to decide whether I was his son from the future or if I was just plain crazy. Finally, when we were alone in the living room one...evening, he asked me,"Is it true? Are you really Jack returned from the future?" Yes Dad, It's true."He sat, pondering his next question.What's going to happen next year in Munich?"Israeli athletes are going to be held hostage in their quarters; ultimately, I believe that thirteen of them, along with six terrorists, will be killed during a rescue. She grabbed my hand and squeezed hard enough to hurt. Ten minutes later, everyone had gathered back in the room and I was signing away the next nine months of my life.“Tony, will you accept the commission to paint forty panels and provide a story for each for the Chapel of St. Jerome?” President Haywood asked when we were seated.“Yes, sir,” I responded simply. “As long as my art is not questioned.”“I think we have an agreement in principle and can work out the details with your agent. Father. As Merlin bathed it in spectral fire, the tentacles dug in and I could feel tendrils of icy cold slithering through my capillaries and snaking their way into my circulatory system. It was digging into me like roots, sucking warmth and life out of me as the mass of blackness began to pulse a dull purple color as it tried to absorb me. The part of my brain that really was a human infant began crying as my life force began draining into the monster. My bones began to lengthen I grew, at first. He settled on the other side of the fire pit and started the tedious process of creating a flame. Seralla watched him with a mixture of amusement and pity.“Ok,” he said as he worked. “You’ve had time to think about it, so let’s talk it through. How do you see this happening?”“I think it best that I go alone,” the silver Succubus replied. “If I can secure an audience with...”“No.” Logan paused in his work to stare across the pit at her. “Do I look stupid? I’m not letting you free to play this.