Did you have fun?"Hanna gave him a smile. "Enough that the next time we're in The Construct, if our duties allow it, I'll want a repeat." What about h...re, in the real world?"She shrugged. "I'm not sure. I want to think about things, make sure I'm comfortable with it. You may be right, this may be something we can only do in The Construct." Wouldn't be the first time that's happened around here, and it probably won't be the last." We'll just have to make sure it doesn't interfere with our. While me and my brother were getting ready, my mom and dad went out to get some last minute errands done. I was taking my shower when suddenly Michael started banging on the door claiming he wanted to pee. So as I was getting out of the shower to get a towel He came in furiously screaming that he couldn't hold it in. You see there was still some renovating going on in my place so we still hadn't put a lock on the bathroom door since we were going to change it anyway. As I was saying he came in. Carefully,she grasped his jaw in her hand and frowned at him. "The craft isnot a weapon," she said. "If I find you using it as such, I'llcut you off from the source."Charles blushed under the fierce gaze."I'm serious Charles! The last time the craft was used as weapon,even in defense, the Salem witch trials were spawned. We have tobe very careful." Okay mom," Charles mumbled. "I promise." Every witch knew aboutthe trials and the effect that it had on their craft. This was inspite of the fact. The attention was more uncomfortable than his injuries were.For all that, there were fewer people to stare than he would have hoped. The battle had taken a serious toll. Fully half of those who had chosen to fight with him were gone, returned to mist to float on the Hellwind.His only consolation was that they would, in theory, one day regain corporeal form once their spirits had regained enough strength. Small consolation indeed knowing they were, once again, at the mercy of Hell and all of its.