You decide to pick it up and examine it. You hold it in its hand and feel its weight and texture, it’s quite light and there seems to be something i...scribed on its surface but the characters are too ancient for you to read. You hold it by the string and start swinging it like a pendulum. As it swings in front of your eyes you feel a strange aura about it. It’s definitely something really special, it’s… entrancing. You could feel there was definitely something special about this unique yet. A short while after each has had a chance to look around the apartment, the four gather on the gigantic, comfortable, black sofa that lies in front of the plasma television. With them, they bring four wine glasses and a bottle of dark, red wine from the year 1982. This, this exact location, is where all five of them had usually spent their time."I ... I wonder why she never told us." Well ... you know Lee, full of surprises. I mean, we all live far from here now. It's no wonder why she didn't. Rock bottom is when there are no emotions, nothing left, nothing at all. There is no reasoning, and it takes reasoning to die. You do have choices. You can lay silent with your mind racing, racing to the tune of regrets, doubts, fears, failures, and never agains, never wills. Or you can pick yourself up slowly and pray with desperation. That desperation will turn to passion, a passion to live. A passion to come up from your location on the ground floor and the lie that life has become. With. Snowman opened the truck door and let him in.Snowman wasted no time on preliminaries. "Here's a radio." He passed one of the small two-way radios to Buckshot. "It's just one frequency; I've already turned it on so all you'll have to do is to push the red button to talk. We're going to a bar downtown; you'll go around the back way. We'll give you a minute to find your way to the back door and get set up and then we'll go in the front. The guy we're looking for is twenty-five years old, he's six.