”“Because we are fading away, Eric. This place might be occupied for one, two or maybe three more generations but then it will be empty and forgot...en, perhaps in a distant future it becomes a museum or a shrine again but the real meaning of the place will then be forgotten.”He didn’t sound angry or sad but I could not help to sense the melancholy behind his words. “I did read up on this place after Grandfather made his recommendation at school and it is an honor to be here and being accepted. Sam was coming home from his job, the same as every day.He sighed as he put the keys in the lock. It would be nice to be glad to be home, but Sam didn't really feel that way. There was nothing to look forward to here.He'd been depressed since well before the divorce, and though he was doing better now that he'd found a good therapist, he still was having a hard time feeling good about life. He hadn't had the energy to spend time on his hobbies, or with his friends even. It was just work, home,. "Kristy packed it back inside the envelope and went back out onto the deck where the rest of the people sat relaxing after lunch. She smiled brightly, "Let's go, I'll drive then you can have a few drinks with your old school mates." Sure," Daniel agreed easily, "We walked over here anyway. It was only a block or so."It seemed Tabitha had alerted the masses and within an hour the pub was full of old friends who wanted to catch up with Daniel and what he had been doing. Kristy moved away from the. I could hear Bud snickering, but at the same time I recognized his chagrin. "Feel it all over and get my head out of my ass."So I took the old man's advice and just let my 'feel' fly off in whatever which way it wanted to go. At the same time I poured all my anger and frustration and everything I had into it. I would have screamed it out too, but I didn't have the energy – I poured it all into those damned 'edges'.And dammit all to hell!Dammit all but it worked! I felt it as my molecular lock.