Cage was no where to be seen, and sitting in his chair behind his desk was a different man completely. I came to find out Mr. Cage had resigned and th...s was his replacement. As I stared him down I took in the details about him. His hair was cut into a military style mohawk, he was strong faced, and had his left eyebrow peirced. He was wearing a white dress shirt and tie (not tucked in), jeans and some dirty sneakers. The man noticed my stares and turned his head to look at me, and flashed me a. Including…”“Including who?”“Todd,” she cried. “I killed him last night. I can’t always control it.” Lori started to explain, but Harriet held her hand up.“I don’t want to hear about it. Please, I can’t, Jason was bad enough. How does what’s happened to me fit into this?” Her voice was tight and controlled.Lori put her head down.“Don’t do that. Not now. Tell me!”“Well, the first time I was here I didn’t think anything would happen. I swear I didn’t. Then I got this feeling and I had to touch and. I was curious as to what was that for? I pulled the cap and it opened upwards and I was shocked to find a smaller hole. Instinct told me to peep through it. I squat down and put my eyes near it. From the look of it, it was definitely another cubicle from the boys side. Nobody was there and so I closed the cap again. I stood up and realized that the hole was about the height of my crotch. I was thinking to myself what was that for and it dawned on me that it could be a glory hole! Oh no! The. Oneone nodded. She seemed about to speak, but instead jumped backwards, pointing a trembling finger at one corner of the basement, "You have one of the horses, too. Surely, you must be a god, hoping to trick me into thinking you a mortal man." Listen, On-and-on," Chris said, "You're a long way from home. Apollo hasn't been much of a concern for at least two thousand years. I am not a god. I'm a software developer. It's an obvious mistake. And that is not a horse. It's a motorcycle. Now, why.