.” Logan stopped short of saying “crazy”. After all, this was Hell, and there was no shortage of crazy in this place. “That makes no sense,”...he offered instead.“Doesn’t it?” Alan asked. “Tell me, how much do you know about Christian teachings on the subject of Hell?”“Not much,” Logan admitted. “I was never the religious type.”“I was,” Alan replied. “That is to say, as much as I had to be to convince people to throw their money at me. I was famous once, you see. Preaching “the word of God” on TV. Michael was slipping into the role she wanted him to play. The lock on the door buzzed and Michael entered the lobby that divided her studio and the elevator to her apartment on the upper floors. The second floor was mostly storage. The third, fourth, and fifth were apartments, the sixth is where she entertains and the penthouse, her private living quarters. She would be waiting for him on the sixth.The elevator door slid open, revealing Dominique clad in the same attire she wore at their. " Yes fine," he said looking down at the brightly coloured clothes."What do you want me to start with?" she asked."With what you've got on will be fine," he said looking her up and down.She was wearing a pair of really tight Jeans and a t-shirt that stuck to her fine figure."I can't wear this," she said, "let me change the top at least." Ok," he gave in."I think this one," she said and held up a short white button up top.She stood up, turned her back on her father and pulled the t-shirt over. .. The room of a standard kid, which I am NOT. Fortunately, I am connected. Dad and Tina gave it all to me – iPhone, iPad, my very own MacBook Air. If nothing else, I can hotspot to my iPhone, because cable TV isn't going to cut it.I miss everybody – my community. I miss Rachel and Vicki.Mom and Mister Martin take me out to dinner. They ask what I want. Another thing I miss ... food. Cindy's crazy cookies. Whatever we can get from the back door of the Desai restaurant.They tried to keep me.