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Pemfro was having another one of the worst days of his alien life. He reflected quickly on the recent chain of events that led him to his current predicament. He was stuck on “surveillance” and he hated it. He was on a great mission before the Crash, Jake, and the Trouble and now he found himself tracking a Raze on X-12 and he had lost all communication with Profor.

His communication device was lost when he encountered one of the state police. There he was, standing in a crowd of friendly citizens watching a wonderful parade that displayed giant floats and e-mons waving. Pem was in his e-mon form of course, completely disguised as a regular person. He featured himself as non-descriptive as he possible could. E-mon’s were so superficial when it came to appearances. Pemfro was watching for his target and periodically scanning the minds of any e-mons who seemed in the least bit interesting. He had a bad habit of doing that, but only went deep enough to hear their current thoughts. He enjoyed listening to scheming plotting e-mon’s as it often lead to a Raze, and he also kept telling himself that it did not violate the privacy act by listening in on current thoughts – so he rationalized away his spying and kept on listening. He was listening to a woman hate on her husband when he heard his target and then saw him approaching on one of the company floats owned and operated by Raze.. The Raze sat there in all his glory looking stupid and surprisingly to Pemfro – he was feeling stupid too. Well who wouldn’t riding on what clearly was a giant cup of coffee. Pemfro kind of felt sorry for him.

He had to watch him for he knew that this one would be making his moves soon, and because that was really a Raze up on that float, Pemfro could also probe his layers of mind thought as deeply as he cared to. Although this wasn’t too deep, he was on a covert mission and he just listened silently to the current thoughts of the Raze as well. As the float got nearer, Pemfro watched it approach and closed off his mind completely to the Raze. He could see it scanning the crowd looking for Profor who may be disguised and watching. He was right, but Pem wasn’t worried. Raze were too consumed by themselves to notice details and he was an excellent hider. Why when he was still in training he went though an entire dinner party with several of the Raze in the room and not one of them had a clue. He started to make his way through the crowd to keep a good pace with the float and the target when he happened to walk into a scuffle that was taking place between a state officer and an E-mon with a huge video recording device.

Pemfro kept his eye on his target but at the same time watched the scene unfold with the camera man. The camera man, a young fellow no more than 30 e-mon years old (Pemfro was getting pretty good with translating to linear time the more “time” he spent on Earth) dressed smartly in what Pemfro knew as good quality attire was quietly filming the parade. Suddenly Pemfro heard one of the nearby state policemen mutter something about a new order that prohibits any filming. New Media Perfection. The trooper backed up out of the view of the man filming and cut around in a wide circle to come up behind him. Pemfro watched with interest. The officer didn’t seem evil – just misguided. The officer then with his back forward to shield his face from the camera man grabbed him from behind and pushing the camera down smashed it with great force down to the cement paved road they all stood on. The young camera kid was yelling and the officer beat him down and then with several good kicks completely destroyed the camera.

The kid kept yelling “you can’t do that, my camera is worth $50,000!!, that is not a toy. I have a free right to film what happens on these streets here!” The cop smacked him down again and told him to shut it. He yelled obscenities and threats to the kid all the while hammering down on him repeating that anything filmed must now be approved. Beaten and bruised with broken camera, the cop then kicked the man in the head one final time to totally lay him out, where it landed up the upper half of his body lay above the curb, while the lower remained on the road. Pemfro observed that about 57 bystanders looked on while this happened. Most of them remained frozen to their spots, clearly worried that the insane officer would turn on them next. A few backed up and Pemfro also noticed that several took off out of there completely. He didn’t blame them. Innocents they were, but wise enough to know a bad scene when they saw one.

Pemfro wished he was one of those, but it so happened that his interest in what the BullyCop was uttering had left him as one of those bystanders who just remained still and sure enough, the bully policeman turned towards him and asked him what he was looking at. Pemfro nodding his head in a motion to indicate “no” spoke openly by saying “nothing f******k face.” Damn it. He didn’t mean to say that. He couldn’t’ help himself sometimes. Speaking out loud was so awkward and he had a tendency to speak out what he was really thinking. Lying wasn’t something he was comfortable with. That is when BullyCop tried to grab up Pemfro and continue his tirade of beating up innocent bystanders. While easily dodging him, Pemfro had time to wonder how the Emon’s on this longitude could have let the Raze take their country to the point where BullyCop’s are allowed to censor what is communicated to the mass thousands in the span of 100 emon years. It was almost unthinkable how blind 99% of the Emon Race was. It saddened Pem. It really did so he tried not to think about it much and continued at the task at hand; and that was getting away from BullyCop.

Pemfro had to keep the guy distracted until he was sure targets float had completely gone by and he did this by dancing around him, while the big oaf of a man tried to grab hold of him. Once the float had passed enough that Pem was sure the Raze would not sense anything, he just touched the BullyCop once with the wave and put his dumbass out on the pavement. What everyone else saw was the Cop fainting and falling out. Once the cop fell, the rest of the crowd just sort of wandered off nervously and tried to pretend that he wasn’t laying there. Pemfro found it interesting that no one who had observed the entire ordeal cared to see if the BullyCop was okay. He couldn’t then just leave him there like that. He saw a homeless looking man kick the police officer and already someone was leaning over to take his badge. With a sigh, Pemfro shooed the scavengers away and leaning over, he put his hand on the dude’s neck and shot into him a vision of what the Raze had planned for X-12. Once the memories were transferred, The BullyCop awoke as an InformedCop and Pemfro stood up sense his target and headed off in that direction, leaving a stunned and wondering informed cop apologizing to the crowd.

Let the bugger deal with the truth, Pemfro thought. He knew from experience that what he did to BullyCop was wrong and just when he was struggling with the morality of that decision he realized he was caught up in a group of people who were pushing and shoving one another. He sensed that chaos was about to spread out through the E-mons and knew that the Raze had caused this with the new weapon they were using. He shook his head sadly, and that is when he was jumped by a gang of youth. He was completely taken off guard because he was not warned by any of these kid’s thoughts. The came out of nowhere and jumped on top of him. He was able to get them off of him quite easily enough, however, one of them had ripped the symbol off the wrist area of his jacket, and that was who now had his communicator. The painters (Pem caught that as what they referred to themselves as) had disappeared from mind and vision quickly through the crowds and Pemfro had to either let his communicator go, or lose the Raze, he knew better. He could always get another communicator. He had done it before, and so he followed the Raze.

Pemfro now stood on the corner under a lamp post looking at the hotel the Raze had checked into. He puffed away on a cigarette and received rude looks from passing E-mons. It seemed like only yesterday people were bumming smokes off him. Now e-mons were finally getting wise to the health issues caused by what the Raze have been doing to the tobacco plant. He sighed and waited. He kept thinking back to the youth gang that got away with his communicator and why he was unable to hear their current thoughts. As he stared at the hotel with its giant green striped awnings and flashy doors, he felt strongly this was a mystery he needed to solve.

I slowly resurface again, I open my eyes. He is holding my hand, while bent over me in concern. “Sasha are you alright, did you see something again?? I nod and say Slade I know where she is she told me. I have to go now; she thinks someone is watching her. I start to get unsteadily to my feet and Slade grabs hold of me. Sasha slow down I will not allow you to go alone it is not safe, Lucien is waiting for another opportunity to kill you.” I huff at that, “You will not allow me? Hah I don’t think so; I do things my own way in my own time. This is what I am supposed to do, if I don’t all of us are doomed and she will not survive alone. Now move out of my way!!! “Please Sasha, please let me help, I will get Micah and we can all go together, will you wait for me?” Fine Slade but do it fast.” I watch him pop out of the room while I go back down stairs and gather my crossbow and blade. I really know this girl; there is something about her that clicks with me. I know I have never come face to face with her, but I have seen her in my dreams when she was much younger. I have seen her wandering, in places around the world where I just happened to be looking for one of my targets.

That could not be coincidence, why had I not put it together till now? She was looking for me, it was time for me to rescue her and get some answers if I could. I hear a knock on my door, its Micah telling me they are ready, I start to walk out of the room and remember the bundle. I no longer had the stone my half of the key, how would we bring her in to her powers if I didn’t have it? I guess I would have to figure that out later, I race to the door and find Micah and Slade standing there looking pumped up, like they were ready for this battle even though I wasn’t so sure I was. “Alright Sasha where is she?” Her name is Bella Slade and she is near the safe house where she grew up. Do you remember the way?” “Yes Sasha I do, grab hold and I will take us to the house and you can lead from there.” Deal I say, I grab hold of Micah’s arm and Slade grabs mine. I feel the pulling sensation, it feels as if my whole body is being flattened and torn apart piece by piece. I really had to practice this or I wouldn’t survive the next time. Slowly my body reassembles itself and I am being sucked outwards, Micah lets go while Slade steadies me. I am so going to puke right now I yell. “Sasha just breathe slowly in and out, Micah come here, lay your hands on her. Micah says “Clear your mind a little; don’t think about being sick just listen to my voice.” I hear him rub his hands together and mumble something as he lays his warm hands across my stomach. I instantly felt better. “Oh thank you Micah, that is much better.” I kiss him lightly on the cheek, Slade grunts impatiently “Sasha we are here, now where is she?”

I feel others that are not so happy near us, I think if we don’t move fast we will have a fight on our hands. *Shiver* “I feel it again; the one I believe to have taken my stone is among them. I sense four maybe five, do either of you feel them?” “Yes, I feel four and one that seems human Sasha, Micah get ready they are coming up fast.” I pull my blade, damn didn’t have time for my bow, I glance ahead of us on the other side of the road. There in front of their pack was what looked to be a blue fireball. Hell why did they have to bring her in to it, she was a witch and a nasty one at that. I hear Micah say, “Oh God I thought we got rid of her the last time she tried to kill me. Slade chuckles and moves ahead, I see the one I had been tracking and he was on my crap list. I was definitely paying him back for the knot on my head. I move up and Micah follows me.” Well, Well Morvaine what a nasty surprise I see you have hooked up with some winners this time eh?” Morvaine doesn’t sound happy with Slade at all.” Shut it Slade what I do and whom I do it with is none of your concern. Ah Micah no need to hide behind the girl come to me boy.” I hear Micah say “Screw you mother, I am not up for a family reunion, back off.”

Tsk Tsk Tsk boy I am not even mad at you for leaving me for dead, although I am surprised you had it in you, you were always such a weak little runt.” Micah makes a disgusted sound as she turns her attention on me. “So you are the one that has everyone scrambling eh, you don’t look so tough to me, you still look like the last time I saw you. I have not forgotten you are the one that came and took my Micah away, the one with the fancy blades. It will be my pleasure to bring you to Lucien after I have played with you awhile.” She laughs hysterically at me and it raises the hairs on the back of my neck, I knew what this one was capable of and it was not a pleasant thought. I tell Micah and Slade which guy I needed alive, and said aloud to Morvaine. “Bring it Hag.” “Oh it will be my pleasure Sasha, boys do what you like with Mr. Sexy over there, but don’t kill Micah he is coming back with me.” I hear her henchmen grumble something and draw their weapons. Morvaine yells and throws her blue light at me. I duck and hear it whiz by my ear, I pop back up and advance on her as she is chanting another incantation. This is when the crap starts getting serious, Micah yells out. “Slade watch your back.” Oh god” I yell as I look over and see two of them on Slade, one laying dead at his feet, while Micah lops the head off of the other one in front of him. I scream “Noooooooo” and am knocked from my feet by Morvaine, stunned. I hear Slade yell for Micah to get his mother off of me.

“Don’t let Morvaine take her I have to get this one inside the safe house, and I will be right back, deal with it Micah.” I hear her bearing down on me with purpose; man I was starting to think this one didn’t like me eh, go figure. I slowly try to get to my feet and see Micah coming at us like a man on a mission. “Mother, leave her be, come and get me I am the one you want remember.” Morvaine looks behind her towards Micah while I get my feet. I grab my blade and go for her; he stops me in my tracks and says. “Let me deal with her I know what she wants, Sasha watch for Slade. I nod and see Micah’s hand turn to a red burning flame as he advances on her, “See I remember how to do this I am not such a weak one now am I Mother.” He comes within breathing distance of her and she shrieks with terror,” Back off boy you have come close enough.” “Oh I do remember that you refuse to be touched mother is that what it will take, for your own son to touch you to drive you completely over the edge? Come and give me a kiss.”

He laughs loudly and she says “I will be back for the both of you, count on that, don’t forget I know your secrets boy.” *poof* she disappears before our eyes.” Sasha, Sasha are you alright?” Yes Micah I am fine, she only knocked the breath from me. Let’s get to Slade and find Bella, before someone else follows us to her, I can hear her and she sounds frightened.” Just then Slade strolls out of the house and looks impatient again, “Sasha I see you are feeling yourself again eh, lets get moving and get back to my house, do you know exactly where she is?” “Yes I do Slade, where is the one that you took inside, have you killed him yet, because I cannot feel him any longer.” “No I have not killed him as much as I would like to rip his head from his shoulders, I left that to you.” “Good follow close behind me you two.” I turn a 360 and follow along the left side of the house; I can hear a beating, like a pulse near so I know she is close. I close my eyes to picture what she looks like, her long dark hair so like my own, those mysterious green eyes, and the tan of her skin. I feel as if the wind has been knocked from me again, a punch in the stomach. I say to them,

“I see her clearly now, she is at the old cemetery, why would she hide there?” “Sasha she cannot be found there, no one could hear her there, the dead hide her trail. She was smart to hide there. Let’s go now.” I send out my senses to see if there are any others around, and find nothing, Good. I tune in to her again and it is as if I am floating, I am being pulled towards her as if I have no will of my own. I squeeze my eyes against the sensations around me, and *poof* I find myself in front of an old mausoleum in the cemetery, and know she is inside. “Come to me Bella you are safe now.” Slowly the stone comes to life and opens up to the dark inside, I see her face materialize in front of me, she blinks her beautiful eyes and smiles at me. “So finally you have come for me, I know your name Sasha, but not who you are. I have been pulled to you for many years; followed you without ever knowing why, do you?” “Do I what Bella?” “Do you know why I am so drawn to you, why I can see you so clearly even when you are so far, why I feel you, feel what you are feeling?” I stutter as she looks behind me, I feel Slade and Micah coming nearer. She says to Slade, “So you are the one that she feels so much for eh, the one she dreams of so often?” I open my mouth to tell her who they are, “No need Sasha I know them well, I saw them in your mind I know what you feel for them both.

Are we going to go somewhere else or would you like to come inside with me? I have found this to be the safest place for me; I know someone is after me but not why. I am afraid of the shadows lately; do you know what is going on?” She asks this and things begin to waver in front of my eyes, something is here looking for me, Oh God what now? Slade inhales deeply “Sasha Lucien is here I feel him, get Bella and Micah out of here I will try and follow as soon as I can, go back to my house he cannot find you there. Can you transport them and yourself, I know you have problems doing so but remember to picture where you want to go. I say be safe Slade I will not lose you now. “GO NOW!” He yells as he draws his blade, I grab Bella and feel a rush of connection between us, I didn’t have time to dissect that right now just then Micah puts his arms around the both of us. I picture it in my mind, I see it clearly, and I inhale a breath and go for it. We are sucked inside of the abyss; I am torn apart yet again and reassembled more quickly this time, less painfully then ever before. I did it, I damned well did it. What did I just feel before we were transported? Bella begins to cry as Micah comforts her, I know I have to go back and I tell him so. “No Sasha you cannot go back for him, he can take care of himself, and he will kill me if I let you do it. Stay here and help me with Bella she needs you now.” I know that Micah but I need to find if Slade has made it, what if he is hurt and can’t call to me?” I wonder if I would feel it if he died, would there be some great shift in energy? I fear my heart would just stop beating and I would whither away to nothing.

I ask Micah to get Bella something to calm her nerves as he turns around I know I was going back to Slade. Something just didn’t feel right so I quickly dissipate and come upon the worst of my fears, Slade was not okay. I find him lying face down in a pool of his own blood his sword laying feet away as Lucien was standing over him ready to strike him dead. I scream Noooooo and rush Lucien’s back, and come up short as he turns around to face me with murder in his eyes. “Ah so you have finally decided to face me Sasha my dear, I have been waiting a long, long time for this and now I get two for the price of one. Since I know where you have taken her the two of you are useless to me, I will get her as soon as I take care of you. Now come to me and I will end this quickly.” He laughs evilly at me and is completely smug, as if he knew what the outcome of this would be. Hah He didn’t know what a woman in love would do to save her other half. I raise my blade and charge head first in to him going for his throat, he moves enough that my blade catches him across his face and mutilates it on impact. Lucien looks stunned, screams with rage and throws me back away from him; I land on top of Slade’s still form stunned by the force that I had been thrown. Lucien comes for me again and I decide it was time to get the hell out of there that I would deal with Lucien on my own terms later. I reach for Slade’s blade as Lucien is casting a spell, I quickly pounce on Slade’s back and start to pop out of there just as the spell hits me square on the shoulder. Pain lances through me, it is almost too much to bare, I think of the safety of the house and I am suddenly lying on the floor with Slade beneath me I begin to scream for all I am worth.

“Micah come here NOW!!! Slade is hurt badly, I feel him pound across the floor as I roll off of Slade and grab my own shoulder. I had never felt a pain like this in my entire existence but right now I could not focus on it I had to focus on the pain in my heart for the one that I loved. The tears begin to rapidly fall from my eyes as I look over to see Micah chanting with one hand lying on Slade’s head while the other one lay across his torso. Slowly I crawl on my hands and knees over to them and reach for Slade’s hand. I look up to Micah with a question in my eyes. He nods and continues the chanting, he stops a few minutes later and puts his hand on mine, he says “Sasha he will make it, he had some internal injuries that were pretty serious and his head is pretty banged up, I did what I could, after he rests the other damage should heal itself. He will be pretty sore for a few days and I imagine one unhappy man. He winks at me and says I am glad you didn’t listen to me this time Sasha because I am not sure if he would have made it.

I think you got there just in time; he may still want to strangle me when he wakes up for letting you to come to his rescue but will thank you in the end. “Why don’t we get him upstairs to his room where he will be more comfortable?” I nod and slowly rise to my feet grabbing one side of his body as Micah grabs the other and I wince in pain. Micah says in frustration “Sasha, your hurt why didn’t you tell me, how bad is it?” I grunt loudly as I shift Slade’s body, I will live Micah my shoulder just hurts a little lets get him settled upstairs and you can look at me then.” “Alright Sasha but let me carry him myself, you just follow ahead of me and open the door when we get there.” I rush up the stairs and Micah comes more slowly behind, we get to one of the rooms I had assumed were bedrooms and he nods to one in particular. I turn the handle and walk inside to the foot of the largest most comfortable looking bed I had ever seen. Micah stumbles inside and plops Slade on the bed, I rush to the side to cover him and make sure he is still breathing; he sure didn’t look like he was to me. I bend over and feel his warm breath across my cheek, kissing him lightly on the nose I turn and see Micah rubbing his temples, poor guy he looks so exhausted maybe I could just wait till later to get fixed up. I say “Alright Micah I can handle him from here, why don’t you go and lay down after you check on Bella?” “No Sasha I will not let you be in pain while I sleep, come here and let me look at you, you look as if you have been knocked a good one.”

I give in and sit down in the chair nearest the bed as Micah lays his hands on me. “Sasha you have a broken shoulder how did it happen and why would you even try to carry him?” ” Well when I got to him he was lying on the ground and Lucien was standing over him, so I did what I had to do and got us out of there as quick as I could. I did some pretty heavy damage to Lucien and he was not happy about it. Needless to say he won’t have that pretty face any longer. He hit me with some kind of spell, I am sure I will be seeing him very soon.” “Sasha my God, you shouldn’t have even tried to go up against him on your own, he could have killed you!!” Well Micah what other choice did I have, I could not let him kill Slade, and you know I wouldn’t back down.” I hear him sigh loudly and step away, “You will be fine, I think I am going to look in on Bella and then sleep a while. Why don’t you stay with him, he might need something in the middle of the night. I don’t think he will mind. Just then I hear Slade whisper something I fly out of the chair as if I have fire under my ass and it tumbles to the floor. I get so close to him I am inhaling the breath that he slowly exhales. “Sashaa” The tears begin again and fall on his handsome face, I lay myself across his body as I hear the bedroom doors softly closing behind me.

“Oh Slade I thought you were gone, I saw you lying there motionless and feared I was too late. He slowly lifts his arm and strokes my cheek as I lean in to his hands. “Sasha I will never leave you if I can help it, I have found the love that I thought I would always live without. But you should not have come, I would have found my way back to you, I have lived through worse than Lucien can dish out.” No Slade you would not have gotten through it this time, Micah said I had barely made it; I was worried and could never have just left you there to battle on your own, not anymore. “Well my beauty I thank you for the worry.” He grabs me and rolls me over on to my back, wipes the last of the tears from my face. The look in this mans eyes could melt the hardest heart, I shiver with anticipation. I know this will finally be the moment I have waited so long for, I will finally be his in every way. As he looks deeply in to my eyes, our lips meet. It is a kiss of exploration of passion and a bit of wonderment. Oh he had the softest lips surely this had to be heaven. He breaks the kiss all too briefly as he snatches the shirt from my shoulder, I feel his warm moist lips grace my collar bone slowly moving up my neck. He moans “Sasha, so sweet I knew you would taste just this way mmmm such soft shoulders, I could devour you whole. He breaks the kiss again and I squirm in need. “I have wanted this all long, you are so beautiful, I have wanted you in my arms since I found you in that alley. Please say yes my love I need so much to finally be inside you, to feel you let yourself go while I hold you.” I open my glazed eyes a little wider, mumble something resembling yes as he stokes the flame back in to white hot fire. I go for the buttons on his shirt, with my impatience buttons go flying across the bed. He moans,“ I cannot hold back much longer Sasha let me do that for you.” He gets out of the bed and begins to remove his belt, he watches me with bedroom eyes. Man I had it bad for this one; I pull away what is left of my top and quickly remove my skirt, slowly sliding my panties down my legs as his eyes burn with lust. I writhe with my need, as he glides back in to the bed I position myself over him my lips at his throat, gliding my tongue back and forth over his Adams apple. I was frightened at what would come next; I knew nothing but that Slade would not hurt me. I rise up and his lips close around my taught nipple as the pressure beings to build in my loins.

The sensations were almost too much for me to bare, I needed release from whatever this was so badly I could scream. His man hood was like hot steel against my stomach he rolls me over again, he kisses me with a passion I had never known and runs his fingers along my wet cleft.” Oh Sasha you are so wet and hot, I have to be inside of you now, are you ready?” Yes Slade god yes put this fire out, now! He spreads my thighs open farther and gently presses himself to me; I can feel his pulse and know that he is ready for relief. He looks in to my eyes with a question; I nod my head as I wrap my legs around his back. He presses his lips to my other nipple and enters me with speed; with fierceness the pain lasts only a second then I am completely blinded by pure pleasure. He rocks himself inside of me as I call his name, the tide is getting closer and closer somehow my body grips him even tighter, I was not whole till this very minute. I feel such need, such urgency. I pull him closer I can not get enough, will never get enough. His pace is ever more insistent I am engulfed in his scent his body in his love for me. He presses his lips against my neck and moans;” Sasha let yourself go take what you need.”

I feel myself float, I feel as if I will break apart in to a million pieces, I am unable to resist this I need it so much. I fall in to nothingness as he empties himself inside of me; he collapses after another deep intake of breath. My body is still shivering on the waves of pleasure, he gathers me close as we lay side by side. I come back to myself unwillingly, “Sasha, are you hurt, did I cause you any pain?” I try to catch my breath and speak, nothing comes out so I just not my head slightly. He laughs sexily as he runs his fingertips along my hip, “Sasha will you stay with me tonight?” I open my mouth to speak again, my voice comes out gravely, I say “Mmmhmm I will stay with you tonight Slade and for always. I close my eyes and drift off to the most peaceful sleep I had ever known, I knew that he would hold me all through the night.

Redman, the frogs, the butterflies and the storm trooper all sat around while Obi-1 began his tale of how Redman lost his arms.

It all began one night several years after Redman was born. You see, the Redman was made with arms. He also came with a few other accessories: A helmet, a belt, and a weapon to name just a few. Redman began losing his parts almost immediately after birth and things kept going missing until he landed up the way he is today.

Redman’s first trip to the great outdoors saw him lose his weapon in a battle with an army of matchbox cars. They were possessed by maximum overdrive car spirits and landed up destroying Redman’s sword during the battle in sandbox pits. Yes that is what he was carrying. It was a bright blue sword that could morph into a laser beam. Redman didn’t even have a chance to slay anything with his sword before the army of cars, trucks and even a few tractors demolished his sword/laser weapon by having quick sand suck it up. It was never seen again. Back inside the house Redman went and without his sword, he landed up being shelved for a few months. He sat there and yearned for attention, but his being weaponless really put a damper on anything he could do.

Finally, a neighbor kid came over and took Redman down off the shelf. However, it was only because he wanted his helmet to use it for another. Redman fought for his helmet but since it popped off easily since his head was shrinking from non-use, he landed up losing his helmet, and then he was magically transported into a drawer in another area of his house. Still equipped with belt and all limbs, Redman felt safe enough and he lived in this drawer for a few years. As soon as he started to develop a more up close and personal relationship with a stapler, the boy found him in the drawer. He had Redman’s helmet with him, and 3 new friends. A green, A blue and a White. Redman did not like the White Ranger because he was getting almost all of the attention (he had the most accessories and the most powers) but he was happy enough to be included once again, and soon forgot about his girlfriend, the stapler.

Redman went through hundreds of battles with his other Rangers and learned many skills, the least of which was how to take their accessories and use them. He became more nimble than the others, and he was the most daring. He would dive off cliffs, ride on the backs of dangerous animals and hide in deep caves of towels. He loved to fly and landed on many roofs around his home town. He could swim without sinking and soon his head started to open a bit and that would keep his helmet on longer. Redman landed up being torpedoed into a tree during one battle and he remained there over the winter months. When the frost and snow melted, one of his arms was frozen to his side. In an attempt to save him, the boy ripped off the arm and a piece of his shoulder came off with it. Emergency surgery, glue and 20 minutes later, Redman’s arm was semi-healed. It lasted for another summer, but several battles into that fall saw Redman’s gimped arm eaten by a giant dog who was just visiting.

Redman didn’t care. So what if he only had one arm. He still had his belt and his helmet was snug because his head had really start to come apart with all the knowledge that he had learned. Redman was happy enough with his accessories and was just getting used to having just one arm when Christmas rolled around. He knew that there would be others, and he would have to protect his things. Sure enough, others came and during a raid, Redman lost all his gear. The other rangers were kidnapped to a far away place, and once again Redman was shelved only this time, he had no accessories and no arm.

He remembers this one awful time he was almost thrown away, and the boy came to his rescue. The boy said that it didn’t matter that he was a little banged up; he was a worthy soldier and should remain on the shelf. That is where Redman remained for what seemed like eons. Then one day, Redman pushed himself off the shelf with his one remaining arm to try to get the attention of the boy. The boy saw him jump off the shelf and knew right away there was a reason why he kept him. Redman was special and that is when Redman and the boy became best friends. He started to take Redman everywhere he went. Redman went with him to school, to the park, visiting, to sporting events, movies and even traveling. Redman found a comfortable place in all the boy’s pockets. Where ever the boy went, Redman was there as well. Redman had many, many adventures during the day, and then at night he was put safely into his spot on the boy’s pillow where he slept. Some days he was washed and dried, but that didn’t happen often. Mostly he was with the boy and soon Redman forgot what the shelf looked like and life was joyous; even with the one arm.

Christmas rolled around again and to Redman’s dismay, there moved in one of those robotic tractors that chewed things. Redman tried to protect his only remaining limbs, but in an attempt to save his legs, one of his arms was tragically chewed off by the new truck. Naturally, the boy had it repaired. Surgery, glue the whole nine yards, but just like the first arm, Redman knew it wasn’t going to last. Especially since the boy had used some kind of tape that made it impossible for Redman to move his re-attached arm. That summer Redman went to the lake as he usually did and his taped up arm went along as well. At one point, it was removed for a long time, but re-taped again. With fresh tape on, Redman went for a swim and tragically his tape fell off and then his arm. He watched as it floated to the bottom of the lake, and then watched some more as the boy smiled at him and liked him better with NO arms. He didn’t even bother to dive for Redman’s drowned arm and there really wasn’t anything Redman could do about it. Redman was now completely armless. The good thing about it for Redman was that now that he had no arms at all, the boy was even more attached to him.

Obi looked around at everyone watching him and said. Well. That is really how Redman lost his arms. Redman looked at the crowd and smiling through his masked helmet-less face added, yep, that’s how it happened. The purple frog piped up and said, “so, where’s the boy now?”

Redman looked at Obi and Obi said. That’s another story…

Pemfro and Jake waited patiently for Adam to come through with activating the vortex. Pemfro was once again reminding Jake why it had to be done this way, in order for the rest of the Almertrean’s not to find out. “its just too complicated for your linear mind to get a grip on Jake. Just give it up and trust me when I tell you, this is the only way I can safely get you back there.” Jake was just about to argue again when Adam activated the slipstream travel path.

“Okay, here I go” Pem spoke quickly in Jake’s mind. Jake watched Pem’s little body turn to a rigid, lifeless like form as his energy spirit entered the vortex and his material body remained on D-66 with Jake. Pemfro needed to be on x-12 in order to stabilize the vortex with the chemical compound that would allow Jake to get through it. The thing is, once he went in, the vortex closed and Jake was left sitting there with a lifeless Pem and no doorway. Now what the hell he thought.

Jake waited. Eleven meals later and Jake was still waiting. He knew only minutes were passing by back at home and he never hated the dimensional time difference more than he did right now. What the heck could have happened? Did Corrina come in? The vortex was not supposed to close. Adam was supposed to mark the first tube, and then get the second right away with the DNA and the DEET. What had gone wrong? He was certain his son new the directions. He was so certain. Jake’s mind ran though a thousand different scenario’s, none of which had much of a happy outcome. Try to be more positive, he chanted to himself, pretending he was Pemfro. We are all separate yet all as one. Strangely enough, Jake felt calmed by this favorite phrase of Pemfro’s.

Suddenly the vortex opened and Pemfro came jumping through, except he was joined with Adam. Jake stood just as suddenly as the vortex sprang to life and caught him. As soon as he did, everything happened at once.

Pemfro returned to his own material. Adam regained consciousness and was clearly nearly frightened to death; despite the fact Jake was there with him. Aaron was jumping through the vortex at them, and there was a Raze hot on his tail. Jake was certain Aaron had no idea what followed him. He could tell by the look on his face. Happy to see his father, and completely unaware there was a boar faced jackal with teeth like a shark about to bite his head off.

Swinging Adam behind him, as gently as his adrenaline would allow, Jake put the boy down and immediately reached for Aaron. He got a hold of his shirt by the collar and hauled him through the rest of the vortex. There was a slight time lag between dimensions and Aaron, as well as the Raze were floating along it. Once Jake had Aaron through, Pemfro quickly closed the vortex and the message Jake received was, “Whew he’s stuck on D-42. That was excellent quick thinking Jake.”

Jakes two sons were staring at Pemfro in awe, both of their mouths open hanging open and Aaron looked like he was turning blue. “Breath Aaron.” Jake smiled. “it’s okay son.” Just as Jake was about to start explaining to them both what was going on, Pemfro became alerted to others that were coming for them. Jake felt them too. Clearly the Raze coming so close the D-66 had set off alarms. “There is no time,” Pemfro spoke. Jake knew his sons could also hear him in their own minds. He wondered just then if they could also here the buzzing of the hundreds of thousands of other Almertrean’s on the dimension and Adam quickly answered Jake by saying, “are you kidding?”

Pemfro had a vortex opened to Jakes office seconds later and he was reaching towards each of the boys’ heads. Jake knew it was to erase their memories of every event that could lead to any thought of Pemfro or his people. Jake was totally okay with that. He also knew that there was no way his own memory could be erased, due to his brain having been cloned for repair.

“Its okay kids,” Jake said reassuringly. “Pemfro is a friend.” As quickly as Jake thought it, they were all back through the vortex and standing in his office. Pemfro sent what felt like 10 terabytes of information to Jake so quickly and completely that Jake almost felt his brain increase in size. What reassured him was Pemfro’s promise that he would see Jake in D-4 when he could. That immediately made Jake feel better as he was already becoming nervous about this whole ordeal. How was he to explain his return to his wife? What would he say to his friends? The Authorities would surely have questions. There had surely been a funeral; he had been gone for over a month. Were doctors going to examine him? Would they find he had gone through brain surgery? Did Pemfro plant a chip in him? He knew the answer to that one, and he and Pem both chuckled despite of it all. Does he tell anyone about what really happened here? Would he go insane from all of this? Jake’s mind was spinning with all these questions when the vortex closed and he was closed off to Pem and the dimension of Almertrean.
Jake was standing in his office back on X-12 with both his sons. Pemfro had placed each of his boy’s in their own chairs around Jakes desk. He knew the memory erase had been employed and that his son’s were unharmed and would come around in about 5 minutes. Each of them would not remember anything that could be remotely triggered to a memory recall of Almertrean. Jake took in his office with a glance from left to right and that is when he noticed the slag creeping up on him. He used his mind control techniques Pemfro had taught him and began to hum to keep it back. He figured he would be sick for a good couple of months until his biological body could re-adjust to his home slipstream. Pemfro had confirmed all this for him as well.

He looked around for the cylinders and the case and spotting them right away picked them up and quietly snuck out of the office door. He could hear Corrina bustling about in the kitchen and he could smell the starch from the potatoes she was boiling on the stove. His heart ached and forgetting everything else he ran in her direction.

By the time he had reached the top of the stairs, he was already having a very hard time fighting off the slag. It was as if everything was slowing down for him. He felt like a force was electrifying the muscles in his body starting with his finger tips and slowly working its way to the center of his heart and mind. It burned and it hurt. No! He yelled silently, his voice would not work. “I need to tell her, I have to tell her, Corrina I’m home, I love you, Corrina.” He was barely able to stumble down the hallway towards the doorway to the kitchen but he pushed on, fighting the slag with everything he had. He could hear his beautiful wife singing while she cooked, before the sound of the boiling potatoes becoming louder and louder like the buzzing on Almertrean upon his first arrival took over all other thoughts and sounds in Jakes mind. He collapsed at the doorway to the kitchen just as Corrina had turned around to see him. The last thing Jake could remember was seeing his lovely wife screaming his name in horror before the gurgling sound of boiling water enveloped his mind completely.

Epilogue

James Bright was only thirty-two years old, but he knew that he held a position that was more important than any man who lived ten times his age. He was Raze and he was responsible for electronic communication control for the entire sector of X-12. It was a huge responsibility and one that James did not take lightly. He had taken his position less than 2 years ago and had already been successful in erasing hundreds of thousands of warnings over a system the E-mon’s were using called the internet.

He was now looking over an 18 chapter manuscript that was turned in by one of his minions entitled No One Believes Me. There were many alarming passages contained with the report, and one of the least to alarm him was the title. It was just like an E-mon to name something so obvious it was believable. How catchy that is,” he thought sarcastically. She knew about the dimensions, the chemical they needed that could be attained with the DEET. The history was almost completely accurate. But he had already accessed many E-mon’s subjugated themselves to this belief. He felt strongly she used Almertrean’s purposefully as a decoy for she knew The raze. Now that was most alarming. How could she have actually “named” them in her own language? He had confirmed there was no “Almertrean” crash, certainly that part was all imaginative, or was it? The coordinates named was the deciding factor for him. He read it for a fourth time and concluded that there were absolutely too many coincidences contained within the report for it to just be a coincidence. He was no Inkling. This was not to be ignored.

He picked up his nineteen forties black metal dial up telephone; he had a propensity for E-mon relics, and dialed 811. He spoke into the phone smoothly and without taking a single breath of air. “Remove the blog at itsachat.com entitled No One Believes Me coordinates httpdoubledotslashslashi.t.s.a.c.h.a.t.singledotc.o.m.slashwritersslash
lanfearincslasht.h.e.f.i.r.s.t.6.p.a.r.a.g.r.a.p.h.s before anymore of these godforsaken E-mons read it.” As for the writer, start surveillance immediately. Find out what she knows.

Aaron ran upstairs with the silver case secured under his arm and went to see what his mother wanted. She was in the kitchen and was standing at the sink doing the dishes. Aaron could see fresh vegetables and a package of chicken breasts on the counter and knew she would finish the dishes, and then start to cook their dinner. She always smiled when she made her boys wait until she had a perfectly clean kitchen before she would start cooking any meals. “A good clean kitchen is the heart of the home” she would tell her sons. She also would say, “A good clean kitchen adds the right amount of flavor to what you cook” and refused to cook in a messed one.

“What is it mom,” Aaron asked while he stood in the door way, holding tight to the silver case. His mom turned around and looked at him, seeing the case she inquired, “What is that?” with a nod towards the case.

“It’s a case with magical alien rods inside.” Aaron smiled. Jake had always told him the truth shall set you free, and he was hoping like hell it was going to work this time. “Adam and I are playing and I brought the case with me when you called so that he wouldn’t beam out of here with out me.” Aaron continued to smile and waited to see how his mother would respond.

Just as he had hoped, she smiled back and even giggled softly, “I wondered if you could get that garbage out of the kitchen here, and let your brother know that I’ll have supper ready in about an hour. I am assuming the both of you are playing in your dad’s office.” She added softly.

“Yeah, Aaron said to her, “we’re doing okay mom.” He knew she could break down and start crying any minute, and always felt that when she told him he and his brother were okay, it somehow helped to make her feel better.

“We’re all going to be okay.” She replied with what Aaron sensed was a new found energy. Was she going to stop taking the pills? He wondered. She looked at him just standing there and said. “So, are you going to get that garbage out for me and deliver my message to your brother, or do I need to call him up here as well.

“Sure mom, I’m right on it” Aaron said quickly.

She turned back to the sink again to continue with her dishes and said, “Thanks honey, I really appreciate it.”

“Sure mom,” Aaron answered again while he put the case down beside the garbage bin, and began taking out the huge plastic bag. After replacing the bag with a new one, tying off the old one, Aaron grabbed the case and took off out the back door to the garbage bin that was kept at the side of the garage. He reached it and dropped the bag inside. Still holding the case, he thought about opening it right there to see what was inside. He still had not seen these “famous rods that glow blue when you spit on them” and his curiosity was killing him. He decided against it and opted for getting back quickly to his weird acting brother, before Adam himself transformed into a shark face and all hell really broke loose. Despite himself, Aaron laughed at his insane imagination and headed back inside with the case and straight back to the office without bothering to peek inside it.

When he got there, Adam was sitting in his dad’s chair behind the desk. He smiled when he saw Aaron and stood up, “hurry up and close the door. Make sure you lock it. What did she want?” he finished.

“For me to take out the garbage and to tell us that supper will be ready in an hour. So, I guess we have an hour to open up the vortex and see if Dad can step through,” Aaron replied as he locked the office door, and then put the case on the desk. “Are you ready?” he asked his younger brother.

Adam put the mosquito repellent on the desk beside the case and Aaron realized that he had still been holding it. Smiling thoughtfully, Adam said softly, “let’s do this.”

They both stared at the case and neither one of them made a move to open it. Adam looked at his brother, “you want me to open it?” Aaron nodded yes and waited for his brother to open the case. He didn’t know why, and told him self he was acting weird because of his meds, but it seemed to him that there was something weird going on with his brother. First it was his attitude and his acting like he was older. Aaron had seen him play this role before, but there was an itch in the back of his mind that suggested this went deeper than one of Adam’s acting roles. The second thing that bothered him was that Adam seemed like he knew what Aaron was thinking, and was pretending that he didn’t, if that made any sense. The third thing that bothered him was that Adam was right about any comment he made that may have involved any conclusions Aaron could have made about anything.

Take the case for example. When Aaron said he was taking it for safe measure, it was almost as if Adam knew he would and responded like it was always planned that way. Normally Adam would have started whining, get lost jackbro – I found it and it’s staying with me. However, a few minutes ago, Adam just got all weird and told him to hurry back. It was very strange indeed.

Aaron felt strongly at this very moment that Adam was right then and there reading his thoughts. He shocked his brother and himself by blurting out, “Are you trying to read my mind?” and wondered where that came from.

Adam looked at him and started laughing. “Get a grip gene, forget about all your paranoia and nonsense and let’s get this vortex open for Jake okay?” Adam opened the lid to the case and Aaron saw for the first time the two cylinders that were inside. Get a grip gene? Forget my paranoia and nonsense? Since when did Adam talk like that? Aaron thought that in all the time since his younger brother has been alive, he did not believe he ever heard him use the word nonsense. Not to mention Adam calling Dad by his first name Jake again. Something weird was going on and Aaron sensed something even weirder was about to be going on.

Aaron watched as Adam clicked the lock and opened the case. Inside were two long silver cylinders. Adam picked up the last one and put it on the table.

“Shouldn’t you be grabbing the middle one?” Aaron said.

“That one is used already,” Adam said nonchalantly. He put the tube on the floor and told Aaron to spit on it.

“You spit on it Aaron said.”

“You have to spit on the cylinder Aaron. I spit on the first one and because you came to the door and interrupted me, now things are all screwed up and you must spit on the cylinder. Just do it. Quit worrying.” Adam stared at him. He showed his brother the mosquito repellent and added, “I got the deet.”

“Would you just shut it with the “I got the deet” crap. You sound like a freaken alien talking like that.

Adam’s face looked as if it had drained of blood and he went pale, but only for a second or two. Aaron was sure of it. “What’s wrong with you Adam?” he asked.

“Spit on the bloody cylinder Aaron, c’mon.” Adam pleaded.

Aaron went towards the cylinder and once near enough reached out and touched it. It felt like jello except you could tell it was hard like a metal tube. Nothing happened when he touched it. It was neither cold nor warm, just like jello that had been sitting on the counter too long and needed to be refrigerated again.

“You have to put your DNA on it to make it glow Aaron, and then I can open the vortex.” Adam said with certainty.

Aaron looked at his brother and licked his finger. He then hesitantly touched the cylinder and it began to glow blue. Once it did, Adam hit it with the repellent and pushed it off the desk. It landed on the floor with a thud and then the air split and a white blue glare blinded Aaron.

Adam just stood there for a moment while the slash turned and grew before he started walking towards it.

“What are you doing!” Aaron yelled as Adam went towards the vortex. He could see flashes of something, he wasn’t sure what, but he could see flashes of something on the other side. Was that Dad? He thought he saw Jake standing next to a small grey big headed, stringy armed freakish looking alien. Where it had no mouth, it made up for it with Eyeball Size. Aaron couldn’t help thinking those were the biggest eyeballs he ever did see.

“Dad!” Aaron yelled and then “Adam, Stop!” His brother was jumping into the vortex.

It had been close to 10 Almertrean years before Jake and Pemfro could make another attempt at getting a message to D-4. That meant only 30 days or so had passed by on X-12 and although it felt like only 30 days to Jake, he had aged 10 years and he knew it. The funny thing about Almertrean was that nothing was ever like it seemed.
After the buzzing stopped in Jake’s mind he was able to I guess you would have to say “fit in” better with the dimension he now resided. Pem had tried to explain that even Jake’s anatomy was affected by the dimensions but for Jake, he could only concentrate on the next attempt. Meanwhile in Almertrean a lot more was going on than even Pemfro knew about. The council had pushed Jake’s case back to forever and in the meantime had sent Pemfro on a secret mission to a Raze sector. Several weeks quickly turned into several years and still Pemfro had not returned. Jake realized that wherever Pemfro was only minutes maybe have passed for him. He was so submerged in times and dimensions he wasn’t sure if it was day or night anymore. Pemfro had told Jake that it was part of his discipline to accept a dangerous mission and he was gone without any further mention of their own mission. Jake was not much impressed, but had no choice in the matter. Pem was forced to pass his charge of Jake over to Rejargon, an older alien who Pem seemed fond of. Jake used the time Pem was away to try to get to know the knew stranger who now resided inside his head
Rejargon must have been under some strict orders to ignore Jake the entire time Jake was awake because he would not share a single bit of information with him about anything. Oh, Jake knew he was there, and that he never left. The first time he ever heard Rejargon speak was when he had tried to enter a section of Jake’s blocked thoughts. Jake only had to say think to Rejargon one time that he understood the laws of Almertrean and also that he was a diplomat of political asylum. If he felt Rejargon try to enter his protected thoughts again, he would report him to the council and it would be dealt with their way. Rejargon never prodded again, and actually told Jake that he was quite impressed with Jake’s knowledge of Almertrean custom after such a short stay with them.
Jake responded by thanking Rejargon for the kind compliment and then went on to ask him what position in the society he held. That was the correct thing to ask upon first meeting one of the Almertrean. With Pemfro leaving his thoughts mostly completely open to Jake, it only stood to reason that Jake would pick up on a lot of the little aliens’ ways and habits. He found it funny that although they were so small and Jake could easily ring ones little scrawny neck should he so desire, they were so unafraid as if the mere thought of violence towards them was completely unthinkable. Jake had to agree it was. In their dimension, with the kind of science, technology and telepathy they used there was no room for violence. He supposed that was why the Almertreans were the guardians of dimensional travel and probability; and just as he completed that thought openly, old Rejargon sent him an acknowledgement that Jake was correct in his current assumption. However, that was all he would ever do. He was very different from Pemfro and recognizing it wasn’t long before Jake realized that he missed Pem.
After several Almertrean years had gone by and with Pem still not back, Rejargon had lightened up somewhat and allowed himself to let loose with a grunt of approval here, or a nod of disappointment there. Jake knew that the longer Pem was gone, the more helpless he felt. He started trying to focus his attention on Rejargon but he wasn’t feeling good, and Rejargon continued to ignore him. Despite that, Jake was becoming quite fond of the old wrinkled up thing and playfully started referring to him as E.T. He had hoped that would get some kind of rise out of him, but naturally, Rejargon remained stone cold silent.
Several more Almertrean years pass and Jake starts having troubles coping with the dimensional time shift difference. He becomes withdrawn and stops speaking to anyone. Although years are passing, it still feels like hours to Jake as his anatomy is geared for the dimension of X-12 and has lived in that dimension all his life. He starts to suffer from a phenomenon known to the Almertrean’s as the “slag” and there is a buzz and excitement around their medical community that suggests more advancement for them, if they can study what is happening with Jake. Rejargon reports to the council that at first, Jake spent a good part of his time trying to learn from him. When Rejargon would not respond to any of his queries he started listening to the Almertrean journals. Rejargon is of the notion that perhaps the compilation of things such as they really are on Jake’s home world has cracked his mind. This is what the Almertrean’s refer to as “gone insane.” The council ruled in favor of having Pemfro come back for Jake due to their weird E-mon – Almertrean bond they have before they turn him over to the study mates. A good reason for the council’s decision was a direct result of The Clamp’s testimony in favor of the E-mon: Jake. There were politics even in Almertrean, as fair and just as they were.
This is when the council calls for the return of Pemfro. Pem is back on Almertrean as quick as he can get there and takes re-charge of Jake. Pemfro through some kind of diplomatic protocol is able to easily beat off the medical alien study mates as they are known and is given permission to tend to Jake as a Profor would.
Pemfro knows what Jake is feeling, having been afflicted with the slag himself a time or two. It is a very sick, uncomfortable feeling that depresses and tires you when you are staying within a dimension your anatomy is not accustomed to. A certain whistle hummed in c-minor balances that feeling out for him. Pemfro whistled the song for Jake and within a matter of hours Jake begins to become responsive.
Some of the ancients do not believe in the song or the fact that Profor used it, so Pemfro didn’t bother mentioning it to the council. Once Jake was coherent again, Pemfro explained that if they didn’t get Jake back home soon, they were going to lose their chance. Pemfro could not elaborate on details because of security issues but he pleaded with Jake to trust that the Raze were planning something that would most certainly impact Jake’s world in a most catastrophic way.
The first thing that Jake remembered after Pem sang him the song to wellness was that world war 3 was about to break out on x-12 and Pem was pretty nervous about it. Jake told Pem that he read the Almertrean’s historical journals, in particular the events surrounding the protection of X-12 and the Almertrean’s own interest in Earth’s Resources.
Pem sighed and told Jake that there was no time for politics. Either he was ready to give his son the message, or He would spend the rest of his days on Almertraen, comatose and most likely studied like a frog in a grade 8 biology class once the slag took him again.
“Profor will be doing what we always do Jake. I can’t stay here, I am needed, my destiny is with Profor.” Pem stared sincerely at Jake and said, “We only have until the end of this day to get that vortex open for us Jake. I hope your youngest gene can pull it off.”
Jake knew everything that Pemfro told him was sincere. As hard as it was all to believe he knew it for the truth. He had opened his heart to this weird creature with whom he had grown to love and he trusted him completely. The years seemed like minutes that seemed like eons that turned to days. Jake knew he was not yet himself. He could have easily slipped back into his comatose state but strong thoughts from Pem pulled him back.
“One thing at a time Pem,” Jake said with all his strength and might feeling weak but fuelled with renewed anger. “Lets get the message to Adam, I know he can do it. Once I am home, we’ll talk about the rest of this.” Jake thought about what he had just said. We’ll talk about it. He couldn’t remember the last time he actually “talked” out loud and suddenly looked very forward to talking “out loud” back on Earth.
Pemfro wasted no time in putting Jake into Adam’s dream. They did have to wait a few minutes for the youngster to get to REM level and Pemfro could not say whether it was because it was daylight on X-12 and Adam was in school, or night and Adam wasn’t sleeping. Apparently, the technique Pem used to move Jake to D-4 previously had now been altered by whatever politics were going on in Almertrean and Pem could no longer pinpoint an exact time on Earth without being detected; something about a blackout that was enforced around the dimensions surrounding X-12, that were currently causing the interference. Pemfro reminded Jake that there was a whole lot more going on in the galaxy than his tiny E-mon need to get home to his family. Regardless of the black out the two kept trying. Once again Jake gave Pemfro the memories of a pleasant time he and Adam had enjoyed together. This was a trip he and Adam had taken to the stickman amusement county park. He was thankful when Pem didn’t say “sorry Jake my ability to access that dream has been blocked by something much more galatically important than your mere tiny family.” Jake felt small and yet angry at Pemfro at the same time. All he got from Pemfro for that thought was a mumble of “E-mons, one day.”
Jake found himself staring at himself about to take Adam over for a cotton candy at the park. He remembered that although Adam was bitten by a baby alligator on this trip, it was one that he just never stopped talking about. Oh how Jake loved his youngest boy. He had such a dynamic personality. Adam was a very vibrant young man who was creative and imaginative, yet sincere and logical. He was very much like his father, while Aaron possessed more of his mother’s characteristics. “Not that there was anything wrong with that” Jake thought for Pemfro’s benefit. He received an uninterested “hmph” from Pem.
Jake had no problems jolting into his dream image self this time. Nor did he have any problems keeping his mind focused on the task at hand. He reminded Pemfro that several years charged by an old silent alien will train a man in many ways. Jake was proud and surprised at how instantaneous Adam responded to him. It was like he was waiting for him. He did not question for one minute whether Jake was real or not and immediately asked who the bad guys were. Jake began to give Adam the message, and Adam was listening intently when Pemfro yanked him back to Almertrean.
“Now what happened” Jake demanded.
“Raze” Pemfro replied. He didn’t seem very happy about it and even a little concerned. Pemfro waited silently as if thinking about something that he had totally blocked away from Jake and then finally looking and feeling like he had come to some kind of conclusion said, ‘Let’s try again.”
Jake was sent back and he was also able to get the entire message to his boy with no sign of any interference from any Raze. Adam repeated the instructions back to him word for word and Jake was positive that he was going to be able to get the cylinders and activate the vortex. Now all he and Pem had to do was wait and that is exactly what they did.