* Twenty-four hours earlier... Paul never was one to pray to angels. He was more interested in tangible things: the sweet taste of fresh grilled sir...oin on his tongue, the thrumming vibration of his car around his body, the tender softness of his lover's inner thigh against his hand. Life was about what he could see and touch. But now he felt like he was falling forever into an endless void, his arms and hands grasping and flailing in the air, nothing to see, nothing to touch, nothing to hold. Political upheaval. Plagues. Wars. Yeah, all the flavors of humanity. It doesn’t matter where you live, these changes will affect you. My name is Steve Voltaire and I’m a young black man of Haitian descent living in the city of Brockton, Massachusetts. Lots of changes are happening in my life these days and I’m not exactly loving all of them. Like many of you, I don’t react well to change. When my family moved to Brockton from the Republic of Haiti in 1999, Italians, Dutchmen and Irish folk. Ben had been surprised when General Schuyler had given his blessing to the alternate pronged attack on British-held Canada from the wilds of Maine. His more conventional advance up the Hudson valley from the apple orchards of New York would meet some resistance from the British bribed Indian tribes but it also would not face any regular troops and the capture of the fortress in Quebec would be a valuable signal that British rule was coming to an end in the new world.His force of slightly over. Toby looked at all the buttons he had. He pressed the K button and all of a sudden Julia dropped down on her knees."What else can you do with her?" Yoshida asked Toby.Toby pressed C button. Julia dropped down then on all fours. Her blue eyes stared blankly towards the kitchen wall.Toby then pressed the stick forward and Julia crawled forward."Wow cool. Maybe we can ride her like a horsey," Yoshida suggested."Good idea," Toby smiled.Both kids climbed on top of Julia. With Toby using the remote.