The 'eye' confirmed my suspicions. My mother was reading a book in the library.The other glows must be taste and smell, they were very close together....When turned on, my memory found a match. The smell of books in the library. Taste I would leave for later. The only common sense was feel. I entered this glow. It was almost all on now, it probably was triggered when I used my fingers for the first time to touch my mother's hair. As I adjusted the aim I felt a nice tingle down my spine.I pondered. I knew then, I'd have to fill them in later, and thank them for the timely show. It couldn't have worked out any better for me. "They're just sun-bathing!" But they're ... they're mother and daughter! They're naked, and they're ... anyone can look over and see them laying there like that!" Yeah? So? And what's it hurting if they are? You see anyone beside's yourself complaining?"Good old Steven. When he strolled outside naked, I thought Karen was going to faint. I figured then it was about time. Her slurping was noisy. Both elbows were on the table and she coveredthe bowl."Good thing you're here, place is a pig sty. Can't say I ever cared tokeep it up for anyone after my daughter died." Soup dripped down herchin. She wiped it off with her fingers, then on her housecoat.Paul looked around. Indeed, the place was filthy. He was glad that shedidn't offer him anything. To make the soup, she just picked a randompot from a pile of dirty dishes strewn around the kitchen, added somebrown water. "I nodded, thinking to myself that it was not only a wise decision, but it was also very shrewd of him. I found myself respecting the king already, since I had no idea the entire time I was speaking with him that morning that he was royalty."Before we begin to speak of the course of action that we should take, I believe that full introductions are in order. I have heard your names and know something about each of you, but not all of us know each other. So let me begin by introducing Benthor.