I sent in the next installment of M94 on Friday, but I think my laziness caused it to come in well after Spidey did the updates. Anyway, I wanted to share a sneak peak of the next installment of M94, for anybody who's interested. ================ From: Episode 11: Killing Time "Look at that large tombstone there, Junkyard," Button ordered, his body robed in a new doll cloak while he sat on my shoulder. "What is there?" "Emma Clark and her husband Bob are buried there. They both died in 1996," I answered. "So you can read the tombstone." The little mouse folded his arms in discontent. "No, I mean use your powers to see what's in there." "Hmm." I couldn't see the forms with my eyes exactly, but somehow I could see two skeletons laying under the dirt, with multitudes of skeletons and zombies all around the place. I gasped in realization. "Don't get too excited or scared. I want to you look further. What's there?" "I-I see just Emma and Bob here. Is there supposed to be something--" I saw two spirits, but they weren't with the skeletons. "White magic. I see two bodies of white magic..." "Where?" "In...the...t-tombstone? But, how?" "Their spirits are where they belong," answered Button rather puzzlingly. "Think about it, when people come to visit their relatives, what do they talk to and have emotions about? Certainly not the plot of dirt. They have feeling for the tombstone, and talk to it. Hence, that's where the spirits are." It all made sense when he explained it through his weird mouse logic. "So, two skeletons in the ground, and two spirits in the stone. I can't see anything else. Is that okay?" Button nodded, which I only barely made out from his spot in the corner of my vision. "Just look around the place and tell me what you see." I looked around, seeing a mass of undead. "I see skeletons and zombies, spirits and...what are those? I see ghost forms moving around the cemetery, free of tombstones. They're black and full of hate." "Ah, those would be cursed forms of ghosts. If a spirit sits too long without any love or died in hate, well it can't be a white magic spirit anymore. They turn into any manner of things, then. That one there you see by the pine tree is actually a premature specter. Given enough time or hate, it will turn into a true specter and manifest in the corporeal realm." Button's attention turned from lecture back to lesson. "Okay, look at the Clarks again and try to say hi." He sensed my hesitation. "Go on, now. Just greet them." I looked again to the dead couple below me. Thinking of them as entities I could communicate with, rather than corpses to be disregarded, I could feel their death. They died in a car crash during a rain storm. Emma died instantly, while Bob sat in the car for an hour before he was taken into the ambulance he died in. The whole thing felt sad. I wanted to tell them sorry or bye rather than greet them. "No, I said greet. Don't dwell on what they want to say. We're not here to let them control us, after all." Button bit my earlobe to enforce his point. "They are your pawns. Don't ever let that fact get lost in emotion."