It's my immediate supervisor from work. As helowers the camera-phone with this huge smile on his face he says "GotYa". I don't remember if I screamed...inside or I actually made the sissycry out loud but it doesn't matter, I had been discovered. Not knowingwhat to do I ran into the bedroom and tried to sort out what justhappened. What was he doing here? How long was he watching? Did heactually take pictures? What do I do now? I heard the gate to my yardpen right outside the bedroom window. Separating them has now caused more damage to them than I can repair on my own".So what do we do now? If you can't do it on your own, who can?She replied, I do not have the power left to repair the damage and make them healthy. If you wish to make a sacrifice of your essence, to give me additional power, then I may yet be able to save them both.Not knowing what else to do, and knowing the sacrifice Sarah had already made, I told her that I was willing to sacrifice everything to save my. His home was beautiful and contained all his best, original Edwardian furniture.“Well, Toddy, this is your new home,” Uncle Roger announced as we entered. I was shown to my bedroom before the grand tour of his home took place.Once we got seated in his lounge, Uncle Roger got down to business.“Before I get started on your duties and etcetera, there is one thing I need to establish. Think very carefully before you answer because the one thing I cannot abide; is mendacity,” Uncle Roger informed me. It feels like a chain. Wait… is that a shackle. Finding the cuff of the shackle coincides with my realisation that I am now in some sort of chamber or cave or passage and that what little I can see is by some miracle of the dream. Almost nightmare to full blown nightmare, I guess. I grope my way around the walls, fingers touching more metal chains (or shackles). Something sharp pricks my finger, tracing down they feel like a row of spikes, naah… a matrix of spikes. My mind tries to recreate the.