one   two   three   four   five Lila couldn't help but grit her teeth when she had finished the letter in front of her, resisting the urge to crumple the sheet up into a ball, before unrumpling it out to rip into shreds then set on fire for good measure. one   two   three   four   five She, personally, thought that she was well justified in feeling this way. one   two   three   four   five Just then, over the course of the few minutes that she had been forced to read the piece of shit prophesy that was in her hands, she had been forced to slow down by the content of the writing, several times, to re read individual sentences of what she had failed to completely understand the first time around, and then being forced to slow down the pace of reading. 

Mrs Holmes, in fact and thankfully, had removed Lila's school supplies and possessions, before she had tossed her bag into the wash with all the other muddy items that she had been wearing when she had trodden into the old lady's kitchen, exhausted and filthy from her hazardous run.Once the kitchen was immaculate and sparkling, in Lila's eyes, and up to an adequate standard in Mrs Holmes', Lila was then made to clean her own muddy shoes through copious uses of wet paper towels and a smidgen of the shoe polish from Mr Holmes' collection of the stuff, multiple tins of different price ranges and grades for all sorts of different materials, stored in a box which was separated out internally into multiple little compartments to keep his shoe collection in a state of perpetual newness - an impressive feat considering the tens upon tens of pairs of shoes the man had collected over the course of his adult life, the entire collection of them all put together dwarfing the couple of pa

"I hope that you've enjoyed your adventure because we certainly did."The Sýnnefan official that was staring down Jasper had a stern face that looked unaccustomed to smiling or experiencing any real positive emotions. It was worn and rugged, each silver scar on it boasting experience for the grey empire that he served.Jasper knew that the man who loomed above him, his head almost floating in his currently imperfect and blurred vision, had obviously fought in the same wars that Jasper had survived, but had to wonder how those scars were achieved.Attacks from the sky were how Sýnnefa operated, leaving no real reason for such injuries to leave their mark on the man's visage.Curiosity, Jasper thought to himself, staring down his enemy, was something that he hadn't experienced for a long, long time.Was he coming alive in between these monsters?Was this where he truly belonged, among all the greatest evils of this world and thei

After Jasper gave his answer, the fat officer did not speak at all.The grey lift remained silent, the whirring noise of all the mechanisms of their transportation not even making their way into the tiny space.Jasper kept his eye on the keypad, feeling his heart beat along with each of the flashing lights on the console that the officer had pressed, each light showing exactly where they were within the building.It only looked to provide a passage to only a small selection of floors, twenty in total, with each one represented by a symbol rather than any sort of numbering.The one that they were currently travelling to was glowing white, the symbol representing it being only a table and two chairs, descriptive enough to let Jasper know where he was going and sealing his fate, but still simple enough that only a few lines were needed to depict such a thing.The floors above only had a box with the edge of a sheet of paper peeking out from over the t

"Was your plan to steal the time machine premeditated?" the fat officer asked Jasper, who was barely clinging on to his consciousness and his very bearings."Yes," Jasper gasped out, almost on instinct, as his throat rapidly dried up without any sign of water falling down on him to replace what the electricity had sapped from his body.His answer and cooperation was rewarded however.A stream of water droplets began falling down onto Jasper's face, their frequency and size dictated by no real rhyme or reason as he caught them with his mouth and eagerly swallowed them down, sustaining his poor, breaking body."How long had you been planning your heist?" the fat officer then interjected, his very voice interrupting the water supply as if it was a command, the man not taking his eyes of Jasper's movements and demeanour, cataloguing anything and everything that he managed to pick up on.Jasper made to startle when he was rejected from his sustenance, h