She saw his eyes glance again at the shell of a body that once held the soul of his beloved wife of thirty years.The inhumane, insidious ravages of br...ast cancer had destroyed Angela's mother's body. Like a carnivorous beast, the cancer had savagely eating away her flesh and had left only the skin and bone skeleton of a once vibrant and vigorous woman.At long last the time came for family and friends to go home for the night. The funeral was set for two o'clock the next day. Angela and her. As it was several people commented on her "new look" and it was rather awkward to try to explain that it was only for the convention and that she'd be back to normal come Monday. Each phone call seemed to take forever, and the endless emails continued to pile up, one upon the next. For a moment, Sandy dreaded that she might have to work overtime to catch up with the workload, and miss her flight, before things finally settled down back into the dull minute to minute clock checking.When four. She saw that Joe was wearing a robe which gave her a chill as she thought that she was only wearing her little thin nightie which left most of her boobs exposed. Joe would be able to see the new marks Tony had put on her neck last night.Joe poured his coffee and stood next to his wife starring at her neck. “Did you have a nice time with Tony yesterday?” She sipped her coffee giving herself time to answer his question. “Yes, we went to the jazz festival Tony had mentioned to you.” Joe stood. While it was not the voice of the ONE, it was persuasive, and what it said sounded reasonable."Step aside," the voice was saying, "It is time to bring return to how it was, before the mortals were created. The world should be ours."He awoke with a start! His heart was thudding in his chest, and he had a feeling he had been falling, falling for an endless distance and an inconceivable time. As he became more aware of his surroundings, he calmed, and got up from bed. It was five thirty AM, and he.