I was not ready for him to stop. I wanted more of whatever he was doing. He seemed to have other things in mind, as he reached down and began to pull ...t my shirt. Soon it was lying beside us on the floor. He then pulled himself off of me and pulled his own shirt off and placed it with my own. “Henry,” I said looking over his stomach. It was one of those stomach you would see on models, almost as if it was airbrushed onto him. It was almost amazing enough to make me lose my train of thought, but. He reached the waters edge and shook off the thick mud. I on the other hand, was stuck. Trying not to panic and move as slow as possible while looking for my closest exit or grab-able object. I was also trying to look back to see if any of the gators were in pursuit, which they weren’t. Reality was that they ran from us as we ran from them. The biggest one I saw, was as big as Chucks, tail and all, which isn’t really that big but what scared me was there was so many. Fact was that the. More days passed, walking, eating, sleeping. What the fecking hull was T'ger thinking sending me here?After a week or so of travel I came across a signs of habitation and life, albeit destroyed and a long time ago from the look at it. Looking around I found a building, mostly destroyed with some form of books in it. The language meant nothing to me, but the pictures certainly left me with a chill running down my spine.The front page showed a picture of a Gatherer from the Coalition of Species.. I replayed the tape again and again until I was convinced thatit was genuine, this wasn't a practical joke, Uncle George meant every wordhe said. I finally regained control and decided to have a look inthe chest. Inside there were notebooks and video tapes, all dated and laidout neatly. George always was a fastidious man in all that he did and he evencontinued that with the evidence of his wife's infidelity. With shaking hands,I inserted the first tape and sat back to see what George had.