I closed my eyes again.Almost immediately, someone was calling my name. "John? John? Open your eyes."I managed to open them again. This time the one-t...-six people over me was a grey-bearded black guy. He voice was still distorted, but it was more English than gibberish."Very good!" He nodded. "Ok, John, do you understand what I'm saying?" I started to speak and got the pain spikes again. I tried to nod, but that was even worst. "Ok. Let try this: squeeze my hand once." I wasn't even sure where. If it was simply put anywhere, how did it happen that the city grew so neatly around this observation post?" For several centuries, my Creators possessed the ability to look into the near past and future, a temporal peephole, if you will, but did not have the technology as yet to move objects. The science team made a breakthrough and discovered a method of moving objects through time. The grand experiment was to push the observation post back 500 years and place it here before Manhattan was. ” He reluctantly complied, letting a storm of blinding light and heat enter the room. “Raging Torrent!” Cyrilo cast, unleashing a water jet from the scroll like a firehose. She sprayed down her room, but despite her efforts, the scarlet flames didn’t seem hindered by the water at all and simply evaporated it all away. “These flames are enchanted to resist water!” Cyrilo cursed as Noah slammed the door shut. Just that few seconds of exposure had filled the air with smoke and turned the heat up. I found him sitting with Kola deep in conversation."Well Charles," Tagar said as he rose up to greet me, "I am learning that you are a greater man than my men and I had suspected when we sat in my old village trading for those skins that you had brought us. Kola tells me that you have taken four more mates to keep your furs warm and to tend your fire and that men flock to you for your wisdom. I am sorry we will not have time to talk for I am certain that your tales will be more amazing than I.