But why? Why are the things that seem to manifest out of nowhere in my reality tied to the horrors of my dreams? Drifting back toward a sleep deprived...unconsciousness, my last thought was I’ll be sure to call someone for professional help in the morning. Surely someone might be able to tell me if I’m losing my mind and possibly existing in periods of fugue states. He’s chasing me again. I can feel the hairs on the back of my neck warning me of danger. I’m running through Union Park in Des. .We both laughed."Hey...I just thought of something...the mansion is so huge we couldprobably do with another tranny maid...would you be interested...I'dteach you how to get through it really quickly and we could just spend the day shopping and playing around...how about it?" asked Suzie."Well you can put me down on the list... "I'd love 6 months in Switzerland as a maid...let's talk about it later...sounds divine." I continued.We both finished dusting down the furniture and cleaning the. Leaving a cringing Kilby behind. Whatwas that ridicules accent? The guard had to be controlled by an operatortrying to give the NPC some character. A huge fail. Or maybe it was thesystem? Mixing two accents together?In any case, Kilby was alone again. Chiding himself for such a lack ofjudgment. Groping himself like that? What was he thinking? The systemcould pick it up and random NPC women would start to grope themselvestoo. He bet that wouldn't go well with the developers. Then again-Kilby. ‘ This is my brother’s eldest girl, Eithne.’ She turned her face to mine and I saw those gray eyes. The light from the torches on the walls highlighted the colors in her hair – all shades of yellow and browns, with just a hint of red mixed in. She was even more beautiful up close. ‘Welcome to my home,’ I said, putting out my hand, ‘My name is William Bruce. Thank you for coming.’ She shook my hand briefly and I could see a touch of contempt in her face. I knew she thought I was nothing more.