I ready my air quality sensor in one handand make a mental note of the small handgun underneath my lab coat -just in case."Three seconds..." his voice...is starting to sound more like a warningthan a countdown to an achievement. The ball swirls bigger soongrowing large enough to fill the space between us and the exposed brickwall of our basement laboratory. It carries a vortex of wind andelectrical sparks that makes me take a step back out of caution andcover my eyes to avoid any debris."Are. "I’m an on-again, off-again agnostic, when not in detox. One might say that I am an alcoholic. One might say I am just a fuckin’ drunk. I see myself as somewhere between a Wild Turkey and Four Roses; stuck between jobs, reality, and pipe dreams. Knowing my own strengths and weaknesses of opium. At times drifting into the underworld of prostitution's seediness.At the moment, I was on a retainer to find Sadie, a Schnauzer with an attitude, which was missing from my landlord's menagerie. The. ----this was gonna be Fun i mused..I got there abit wet as all i had was my Motorcycle and it was Raining hard outside..ringing the Bell she came to the Door and i stepped in and took in the small simnple apt,..just a QUICK 500 Amonth apt..kitchnett..bedroom..small bathroom..smaller living room..I droped my Leather on her Table and she quickly put it in the bathroom to dryout,..as i ordered the pizza she noticed i was we and brought me a towel to dry with...taking my Shirt off asked was a good. * * *Adriana was restless that night. Unsure what to do with herself, she had tried to go to bed early, but been unable to sleep. Finally she had climbed out of bed, gotten dressed, and slipped out a window. She wasn’t sure why she did that exactly; she just didn’t feel like explaining where she was going or what she was doing, because she didn’t know.She spent awhile just wandering the streets, looking at the sliver of moon that was visible, not quite sure what she might be looking for. Then.