The door opened in the ancient Abbey. The

The door opened in the ancient Abbey. The highly respected figure did not appear. Instead, there was a collective gasp as Tony Blair Witch entered

the ancient abbey on Silent Capitol Hill. The silence was deafening as Tony Blair Witch used his Downing Street Syndrome Sense to find the secret door to the attic

of Broken Dreams. Making my way quietly I managed to reach the opposite door without stepping in any dream oil but when I turned the doorknob I discovered it was covered in dream

What was I thinking up now? A life or death situation could park itself at my doorstep but it wouldn't matter, all i could think about is her...

thoughts of her had consumed me and blasted away the well-organized life I used to lead. I blew off my job and wandered through traffic, thinking only of her, shabby, forlorn, hope

ful look on her face. As I wondered the streets I had all intentions of finding her. She was they only thing I needed. I would die for this women. I had to find her.

"Excuse me, but..." a tap on my shoulder. "Are you looking for me?" I grabbed her and hugged her. I would never let her go! "Ummm...Do I know you?" she struggled to free herself

of my Kung-Fu grip, which loosened with the pop of a button on my back. "I'm sorry, I thought I knew you," I said to her. "Aren't you Rip Van Codpiece, the author?" she asked.

"I am his identical twin. I am the one who painted the Emperor dressed as a woman. I was banished to Coventry, which is where my brother is now. Yes, I am Rip Van Codpiece!"