"Fuck This" I thought. Three months ago I

"Fuck This" I thought. Three months ago I would never have walked down this damned hall, but I was a D-Class now, and I had an obligation to the "Foundation". I couldn't see past

the far end of my nose, and so I followed the old rule: stay in one place until someone finds you. And so I stood still in the hallway, until i got bored and started walking again.

I walked & walked. It was a loooong hallway. There was a light at the end of it. I finally approached the light, but then spotted a red door to the left with a sign: LAST CHANCE.

No, I didn't want to back out now. Did I? Suddenly spiders of doubt crept up my spine. I felt sick. This was crazy. I knew I just had to get to the light at the end of the hallway

But my feet seemed to have taken root.

I am done with letting go and dreaming of the future; this time, I won't let go. I am going to stay here and wonder about the present

with all of its complications. The magic is in the entanglement, I think. Take, for instance, the cat to my left. Despite those three flea-infested months, a wanton abandon appears

's nest be sullied by polyamory - I'm not against mingling of the species, but I draw the line at sharing my moggy's affections with these blood suckers. They're just using him.

My lover seemed to swoon as their fangs pierced him, but soon they staggered away and he dispatched them with his secret polyarmoury. "Colloidal silver aperitif," he explained.