"I just thought it was a nice email, that's all." I let a tiny note of hurt creep into my voice. "I work hard on my stories, and most of the time I do...'t get much feedback. I know the writing is supposed to be its own reward, but still, when I get a response like this it makes me feel good. I didn't realize you'd feel threatened by it." Take that, Ms. Bobbitt.She gritted her teeth for a moment, and then said "Good one, honey." The beauty of the "feeling threatened" remark, of course, was that. You could see tears welling up in his eyes. The Gentle Giants collectively hurling stares from their safe distance which had no effect. It would be a shame to see this boy quite now. He had the heart but not yet the talent. If he stayed and worked, it would most likely come. The Giants knew that. It was at that moment when Mr. Burns hurled his warm-up jacket off and stalked up the isle toward the hecklers, his arms bulging from the recent pump produced by his championship lifts. They were. "Looking overhead, I watched the clouds form shapes as they rolled across the sky. Dragons battling bears immediately replaced by hollow faces screaming in agony. Lightning reached towards the ground, the earth answered with a rumble from each painful hit. The empty faces screamed in concerto with the howling wind.The car's music seeped out of the cracked windows as the first drops of rain began to fall. The heavy drops slowly fell from the dark sky to be lost in the dust of the fields. Taking. Her spirit is in there, somehow, and she seems to be in control. For now. Don't threaten her, though, the Zibong part of her is still very strong." Gareth," Gaku whispered out of the corner of his mouth, "Isn't your wife dead?" Yes, in a manner of speaking," The Zibong had started to move side to side, not getting any closer."What is she doing?" Gaku asked."I believe she is laughing," I replied."How could you possibly know that?" Blaster was obviously skeptical; "It may just be getting ready to.