Open up your head and let me step inside.

Open up your head and let me step inside. Rest your weary head and let your heart decide. It's so easy...when you know the rules. It's so easy! All you have to do is fall in love.

The Neurologist spoke calmly and softly to his patient as she was nevous about the results of her MRI. Dr Needle-Jabber had looked over Miss Turie's results and formed the opinion

of his life. The perfect balance between plausible deniability and factual happenstance. Dr. N-J would need corroboration from E. Nigma on Miss Turie's results though. Telekenesis

was the way in which E. Nigma and Miss Turie communicated. It left Dr. N-J with a lot of questions. He questioned Mark. Mark Edness was the Dr's assistant. He saw it too.

Dr. N-J had an office at the corner of State and Roosevelt. It was on the fourth floor of a 1925 skyscraper. The walls were canary yellow and the doorknobs were made of gold.

Dr. N-J's secretary, Miss Clarita Jericho, used her own retrofitted typewriter with bespoke ribbons and a visiplate crafted by 1930s transtemporalist Pavel Franklin. The office hum

mingbird delivered the mail that day. It was a letter from the president, ordering Ms.Jericho to customize his typewriter. She would later own a TV show called "Pimp my typewriter"

but for now she felt a tad miffed that this so called president thought that he could order her around like that. She almost had a fit that would have brought the walls down but

surely the president would have had her locked up for civil disobedience, so she went home and knitted. First, she knitted her brows, and then she knitted the president's brows.