Chanoro walked into the unusually cramped room, casually banging locker doors as he struggled to make sense of the images flowing back into his consciousness as he attempted to remember how he had got to this point in time and space, and how he had managed to fall from the Eiffel tower and not die, he saw strobe flashes of a bright green beam of light beneath his feet as he flew across the sky. "Flew?" he asked himself aloud, "what?" He shook his head to clear his thoughts and continued into the facility.
From the corner of his mind, I watched, easing memories into his addled thoughts, prodding him in the right direction, so that, at last, I could be free again....
Chanoro came to a heavy iron door, he heaved with his shoulder and the door scraped open, the small room that he stood in contained only a table, three chairs, a safe-deposit box and a dimly lit window. Chanoro crouched down and spun the dial of the safe, he put his palms to the safe door and closed his eyes. With a great crack, the safe sprung open, its sides deformed by ice. Chanoro stared hard at the contents of the safe, a small black pouch on a cord and a ring-case, Chanoro reached out and removed the pouch, he then placed the cord around his neck and took the ring-case out of the safe, he opened it, it was empty. Chanoro put the case on the table and examined the pouch quizzically, he opened it, inside where hundreds of tiny green and silver spheres, each one about the size of a BB bullet, he reached in and took about ten between his thumb and forefinger, he closed the pouch with the other hand. Almost instinctively, he reached for the case at the same time as he threw back his head and dropped the spheres into his open mouth, he slipped the case into his pocket and reeled as reality cracked around him, he screamed as his features elongated, his body grew taller and his chinbecame covered with a dark beard, his clothes morphed and then everything went black........
