“I am very happy that you are proud with your work, Lumière”, Meliès said with its smooth and thunderous, like a deity talking from the skies.�...It’s so great! I made it! I finally made it! I have to tell the whole world about it”“No, you can’t”, the entity derailed the man’s intentions.“Why I can’t? I did this research for years and I managed to find. I have to tell to the people of the company I did it”, Lumière replied.“No, you shouldn’t”“Why? It was my research and my finding! Why I can’t. ‘Blood Rune’ flowed through the audience, until a full plate warrior with a sunburst on his shield jumped in the arena and charged me calling out ‘blasphemer’ with his sword drawn.He quickly lost his sword arm followed by a splitting of his shield and most of his left lower arm. The fusion seared his limbs cauterizing the bleeding but even after falling on his face he still tried to get up and come after me. I kicked the paladin of the sun god in the head, knocking him out.The audience shocked. . uh...”“You know, Cal,” she interrupted, “I’ve got to get home—early shift tomorrow.”Cal grimaced.“Too bad,” he said, “I was hoping that you’d let me buy you a drink at the Dew Drop.”Roxie had to replay Cal’s words to herself to be certain that he had really said them.“Well, I could make time for just one,” she gushed. “My car is across the street. I’ll meet you there.”“Good!” Cal exclaimed. “I’ll be right along. I just have to go back to the meeting room and collect my easel and papers.”Roxie. In case anyone needs me, they can call my cell or send me an email." After the usual pleasantries, Greg hung up and dialed Megan's office. He left a message on the voice mail, identifying himself and saying that Megan wouldn't be at work today. Then he turned his attention to the pile of scripts in front of him.Greg got through five scripts and two pots of coffee. He stood up, stretched and yawned. The clock read 10:30. He thought that he'd like more coffee, but he'd already had more than his.