I didn't really think that. It had to be her. She was alive and living somewhere nearby, I assumed. Mary Simpson was alive and, if I could find her, I...could find out what had happened to her. All this was going through my mind as I backtracked through the mall, looking in each store on each side of the passage. It was hopeless. Twice security stopped me and asked me what I was doing peering into the women's wear shops. I explained I was looking for my wife and they accepted that.I was getting. Actually I was hoping to be pretty quick taking our Cobra home in order to get back in the restaurant and continue partying. I was floating in my dreams thinking how funny it would be and that I would probably talk Erika into getting laid with me when I felt Ms Warren’s head on my shoulder. I got scared at first but then I realized she was simply sleeping.I woke her up when we got to her place. I had to take her to the 15th floor. I’m not gonna waste time telling you about the way I took her to. "I knew just enough to know most of the symbols. This was a Prophesy thathad never been shared before. The sorrow could only be the weeping linesthat ran down Shar?s, Cheetah face. A face I knew she had seen."Did you know that it was his disappointment with the Samurai that causedhim to retreat from the world?" asked her husband."That and everyone sought him out for a death match, trying to provethemselves better. Even when he was well into his seventies," I said. Theynodded that yes they were. All characters are fictional and their stories begin a few weeks before their 18th birthday (for plot reasons), all sex stuff happens after they turn 18. The things I will write about abhor me as concepts and I do not condone them in any sense of the word. But my therapist has helped me see there is distinction between fantasy and reality. If you can see that line clearly please continue. If you cannot please seek immediate psychiatric help.Themes I cover will be primarily focused on.