At four, I pulled into her driveway, there were two cars there, I suppose her husband was home as well.She answered the door and invited me inside."Co...e into the living room and have a seat, I'll get it, it's in my bedroom."I turned to go in the living room and there was my ninth grade history teacher, Ms. Lynch, sitting on the sofa."Hi, Ms. Lynch, remember me, Russell Bryan?" Of course, Russell, how have you been?" Oh, good, I just need to do some make-up work for Mrs. O'Keefe, that's all.. ” The Warden confirmed. “The air here swirls constantly, heavy with energy. Most of the time, the discharge is random. But with a little ... help?”His hand waved to encompass the destruction around them.“And it... ?” John ventured.“Killed him, yes.” Ililyan answered. “As I said, it was a foolish, but brave effort. I think he knew what the cost might be, but there was no hesitation in him.”“It worked.” John added dryly.“He couldn’t get them all, though.” Rhys said as he joined them and turned. To his surprise, an email reply soon came back and rather than the no he was expecting, the reply was "Yes, makes perfect sense however work does interfere but let's make a provisional date and see what happens". Good fortune was obviously smiling when, the next day, his boss called him in and asked a favour. Could he go and spend a few days on one of the sites and do some "in-house consultancy work" and luckily, the site was no more than ten miles from where she lived. Booking a hotel room,. "This is Nora. My boyfriend is getting ready to leave. Could you have Jorge bring his car around?" Was that what you said? Around?"Certainly, Miss. He'll be right there." Who was that?" Nate wondered."No idea." Nora shrugged. In a moment, they were at the door. "I know this has been weird and strange, but look at it this way -- I'm going to YOUR house tomorrow..." Yeh," Nate managed a grin. "THAT should be a trip." They stood waiting a moment, then Jorge opened the door and walked in."Your car.