Micalo * * * The quill was replaced into the inkpot, and the letter left to dry as he stood from his post and came up towards the broad window. The ve...vet of the tied fabric leaned in towards each other, trying desperately to shield their master from the cold, bleak winter months outside, though in these parts the worst that could chill him were the rains. The rains and that eternal poison of a lover. When the wind through the willows had bored his purposefully blank conscience, he ambled back. I stopped us just after the chorus (which is the part of the song that trances people) and suggested that we go through that passage several more times to see if we can figure out what to do with it. After about 20 minutes I could wait no more. Dan was in a deep trance and readily followed me upstairs to where Pam was working on some work she had brought home. I knew that by stopping after only 20 minutes, I had given myself only about an hour to play with. So I did not want to waste any time.. I was now in full battle mode, and had shut out everything around me. I headed down into the pit, watching the man in front of me as I moved. He was light on his feet, but he had already shown me a flaw. He kept one arm close to his body like he was protecting an old injury, or was weak on that side. As I closed the distance between us, I waited for the move I knew he was going to make. I watched as his legs tensed, and when I got into punching range, he swung a roundhouse. I stepped back and. And then suddenly she couldneither see, feel, touch, or hear. Her soul was ripped out of her body andinto an astral wind. She was weightless and in darkness.Then her body started to feel more and more distant, as though she wasbeing drawn out and away from it. And at the same time, she could senseanother presence moving past her. She began to feel out of breath, thensuddenly her soul was pulled into another body several feet away.When her senses came back, everything felt different. She was.