היה היום חם. התחזית הראתה

היה היום חם. התחזית הראתה יום נאה, אבל היה חם מאוד. הם לבשו בגדים יחסית חמים, אמנם לא לחורף, אבל לא ציפו לחום שתקף אותם.

כמו למצוא כתמים על החולצה בסוף יום נהדר כך גיליתי לפתע מילים בכל מקום ..

She was right, thought Asher Korovin. The words are everywhere, if one chooses to see the world that way. DNA is made of letters, and we are to some extent written. Asher splashed

some water on his face, and watched as small drops made their way down the mirror facing him, causing a slight distortion in his reflection. Was this really what he had become?

He splashed on some polymerizing desoxyribonnuceloarsenic acid, after applying a foundation of polyoxometalate spheres, and used an electric arc lamp to dry his face.

Now he could host Tales from the Crypt! Arriving at the studio, he was astonished at the fleeing crew members. Was there a fire? "Excuse me..." he began, but the secretary fainted

At the thought of entering the dark room. "Call Dr. Love", he shouted. The karma police arrived within minutes, dressed in boiler suits. "What the hell?", Inspector Q told

the police. "I called for Dr. Love." The ignored Inspector Q and began searching the dark room. When they emerged, they had Jimmy in custody. "The hell.... It was YOU all along!"

Jimmy shook his head. "I know what this looks like! But it wasn't me! It was... Dr.Love," he whispered, before being dragged away. Everyone gasped. It would forever be a mystery...