John thought of himself as a prospector,

John thought of himself as a prospector, staking out a claim for a newly discovered spot. It might have been logical to name it H, but he called in 'J'. He discovered it by acciden

tally tripping over a tree root. When he got up, he was covered in oil. He knew then and there it was the perfect spot. Claim J would be his

Eleanor. It would enthrall him even as it damned him. He set to work, perforating the tree with an ice pick until the oil flowed freely into the sentient sponges he'd arrayed

He would take the sponges to Eleanor and beg her to accept his gift as an appology. He wrapped them in seaweed tucked them into his boot. The mist around him reminded him of

it didn't matter. He knew where he was going. As if he had been there a thousand times before. He would find her and take her home. No matter what the cost. No matter

No matter the time. He knew she'd look at him and scream ."Let me go! I don't need your help!" But she did need his help, Karl was dangerous and would end up screwing up her life

So he pulled her back up and yelled "Yes infact, you DO need me!". As she gave him a bewildered look, they forged on through the mountains, swords in hand

, still conjoined at the head. "It's not like I can go my way and you can go yours," he continued angrily...then paused. "Unless..." Her eyes widened as he raised his sword. "DON'T

MOVE!" As the sword swung downward, she sighed and shifted backwards slightly. A dull thud echoed as her brother fell to the ground. She stood up straight, turned, and walked away.