Michael headed back towards Thomas Hall, but took a somewhat circuitous route. He circled back around on Main Street, partly to just take in the town as a newly-made vampire, but also to check on the location of the previous night’s events.
As he passed by the 7-11, he saw the yellow tape of a crime scene. It was in that moment that the gravity of what he had done hit him. A young woman was dead and he was the cause. The feelings of guilt that had been so familiar to him just a day or so ago now returned with a vengeance. Maybe feeding from the living was a greater price than he had said. Maybe he had spoken that in haste.
His thoughts wandered to other things as he made his way from that place back onto campus. “Gather your things.” She had said. “Give your roommate an excuse as to why you won’t see him much anymore.” She had implied. Both spoke to something Michael was only beginning to realize. Very little of his old life would remain in the new. His friends, outside of those who knew the truth, would have to be abandoned. His family, God, how could he keep away from them? His church, his pastors, all those back home, them too. Rebecca as well. The door was shut and sealed.
“Would death have not been better?” he thought grimly.
No, he determined. Whatever else might lay before him in this new life, he knew that this was a second chance. One with greater possibilities than anything he could have received as a mortal. But there were costs, prices to pay. But those could be mitigated. Deborah seemed to know how and seemed a willing teacher. She was also more than that. Willing and eager to offer the affections he’d been denied by others. For now, with all that had happened, that was more than enough reason to embrace this new life.
Michael walked in the front door to Thomas and was surprised to see Corwin, Karl, Mitch, and Boar sitting in the lounge. They were playing cards as the TV played music videos behind them.
“Hey, look who’s here!” announced Mitch.
“Hi, guys.” Said Michael somewhat meekly.
“Feeling any better?” asked Corwin.
“A bit.”
“You’ve spent the last two nights with Deborah.” Added Boar. “I would hope the sympathy fucks would cheer you up.”
“They’re helping.” Admitted Michael.
“Guess we can’t call him Churchboy anymore.” Teased Mitch. “Welcome to college life, bro.”
“So what did you guys do? Take bets to see how long I would take before I caved in?”
“Something like that.”
“I suppose you all owe me an ‘I told you so’ or two.”
“Yeah, but we’re not going to be that mean.” Said Mitch. “I take it you’ve been offered a new place to stay?”
“He does know.” Thought Michael. “Yeah,” he answered aloud. “Come to get some of my stuff.”
“Moving off campus? With this Deborah?” asked Corwin. “Isn’t that a bit hasty?”
“Maybe.” conceded Michael. “But so much has happened. I need some time to myself to sort out my life. Time away from all this. So, yeah, I’m not going to be around too much for a while.”
“There’s a reason the herd thins out during the freshman year.” Said Boar. “Some get homesick. Others get in over their heads in the party scene, too much booze, drugs, et cetera. Some can’t handle the work and the classes. Still others find their old life leaves them behind. I can’t say if you’re making the right choice or not, but you’re not the first.”
“Did you?”
“Sort of. I didn’t drop out. Mitch did. But to each his own path. Either way, buddy, if you need us, we’re here.”
“Appreciate that.”
“Let’s get your stuff together.”
----
Mitch and Boar helped Michael get his game books, computer, and most of clothes moved out of the dorm and down to Deborah’s apartment. All the while, Michael was remembering what Deb had said about Boar. Did he know what he was? Was the “time off” from school something to do with that?
“Thanks guys.” Michael said after the last item was deposited in the living room of Deb’s place.
“Not a problem. You know we’ll be around, no matter what happens.”
“Yeah, she said as much. Does it break some sort of taboo to talk about what happened between us?”
“It might.” Warned Mitch. “And I’d not want to upset her.”
“No,” said Michael remembering the bond between them. “I suppose not.”
“I suppose I’ll see you guys later then.”
“Sure.” Mitch and Boar departed.
Michael spent the next hour or so moving himself in, hanging up clothes, setting up his computer and printer. As he did so, he again began to wonder about the implications of his new life. Feeding was now covered, but life was more than food. How would he get money? Clothes would wear out, fashions become outdated. A computer would break down and need repaired or replaced. Apartment rent needed to be paid. Where would the money come from?
Michael reasoned that Deborah would cover his expenses for the time being from wherever she got her resources. But it would not hurt to be independent as soon as possible. What could he do? What skills did he have?
He turned on the computer and among the first files he saw was an uncompleted fan-fiction he’d been writing with Rebecca, set in the BattleTech universe. He wondered, could he be a published author? A reclusive one like Salinger, one that never made public appearances. That might not be a lot of money, but it could be some.
“So, Joshua, what sort of adventures can I take you on?” he said, loading the file into his word processor and he began to write.
----
Some hours later, Michael was disturbed from his work by the return of Deborah. He stepped out into the living room from the bedroom to discover she was not alone. With her was a large hairy blond man in biker leathers. He had sharp grey eyes and a full beard.
“Ah, Michael, I see you’ve brought your things.”
“Told my roommate I was going away to find myself.”
“Not far from the truth. Michael, this is Solomon. He’s one of us.”
Michael gave the large vampire a polite nod.
“So you’re the one she’s chosen.” Said Solomon, looking Michael over. “Young.”
“I was only turned last night.”
“Not what I meant. You will face things in the night that would frighten the most hardened battlefield veteran.”
“He has skills.” Said Deborah. “But not experience. None of the childer will.”
“I’ve noticed.” Said Solomon. “Andreas has already embraced his chosen one. He is no different.”
“So, you are to be another teacher?” asked Michael.
“One far less gentle than your sire.” grunted Solomon. “Are you afraid?”
“Should I be?”
“Good. Defiant. Bravado will only serve so far, but it’s a start. Come, young one, there’s work to be done.”
“Training now? Dawn is only a few short hours away.”
“No, not training. Work. Come.”
Solomon led Michael down to a dilapidated van parked along the street. The streets were empty at this late hour, just as they had been the night before. But Solomon seemed on edge.
“You killed too close to your haven.” He complained to Deborah. “Cops are everywhere tonight.”
“A few questions are no threat to us even if they do stop us.” She retorted. "Don't be paranoid."
“But given what’s in these.” Solomon pulled out a large wooden crate from the back of the van and deftly handed it to Michael. Michael found that despite its size, it was no strain to lift.
“What is in these?” he asked.
“You’ll see soon enough. Take it inside.” Solomon fetched a couple of metal boxes for himself. Michael knew what those were: ammunition boxes. Deborah herself grabbed another of the wooden crates. Together, they carried them up and inside.
They set the items down on the living room floor. With his bare hands, Solomon ripped open the two wooden crates. One carried swords. The other, guns: assault rifles, pistols, and submachine guns.
“Are we going to war?” said Michael somewhat jokingly.
“We’re already at war. Did she tell you nothing?”
“Only that I’m to help her destroy an enemy. A somewhat prudish one.”
Solomon chuckled, the first sign of any mirth in his demeanor. “That will be enough for now.” He said.
“I thought bullets couldn’t hurt Kindred.” Commented Michael, looking over the guns.
"I don't know what she's told you so far. But two things I'll share with you now. One, bullets are very good for thralls. And the enemy has many of those. Two, a kindred will fall down eventually if you pump enough lead into him. Even one as strong as Deborah's enemy.”
“I notice you don’t name him.”
“It is dangerous to share every secret with one like you, an ignorant childe that knows nothing of our ways or what can be done to him to extract those secrets.” Barked Solomon unpleasantly. “Besides, the name would mean nothing to you at this point.” He turned to Deborah. “Delivered as requested. I must return to Roanoke before the sun.”
“Thanks, Solomon. We will see you again soon.”
“Indeed.” He gave Michael a sly smile. “I look forward to it.” With that, he departed.
“So what is he? Another lover?”
"Once. Now an ally. And you did guess correctly that he will be a teacher.”
“In what, I wonder?”
“Combat. Fighting. He will hone your skills to razor edge. Solomon is a consummate warrior. He lives for battle and that makes him a very valuable ally.”
“So, an AK-47, two Beretta M92 pistols or no, those are M93 machine pistols. An old Tommy gun. Lots of firepower for just the two of us.”
“There are others.”
“So I gathered. Andreas has one like me as well, whoever he is.”
“Yes. I was given the privilege to make you as were two other vampires.”
“Privilege?”
“There are protocols to follow. Orders to be obeyed. Debts and favors to be traded. A childe is a major responsibility. A major step and not something that other vampires allow very often.”
“Is that why he’s so harsh with me?”
“No, that’s just his way. Think of it as a drill sergeant mentality. Solomon may not be kind or friendly, but he is honorable. You offer him loyalty, and it will be returned in kind. And there is no one, in all my travels, that I would rather have at my side in a tough scrape than him.”
“And he will make me a better fighter?” said Michael, picking up a katana from the sword crate.
“You will either be a better fighter or you will be dead.”
----
The nights passed and then another. Michael fed, questioned, wondered, and learned. He told Deborah of his plan to become an author, to use that as a source of income. Her response was somewhat unexpected.
“It’s begun. I knew I chose well.”
“I don’t understand.”
“There is a certain spiritual distinction to each clan as well. Daeva, like us, tend to be artists, musicians, authors, those with a creative bent. And through some process even I don’t fully understand, as your grow in vampiric power, so too will those creative gifts become stronger.”
“So this is a good idea?”
“It is. In fact, are you willing to test out a little experiment of mine?”
“Should I be nervous?”
“No. Come with me. I want to see something.”
Michael followed her out into an adjourning bedroom. Inside was random storage, including the crates of weapons they’d received a few nights earlier. But also present were several musical instruments.
“Pick one. Try to play.”
Michael gave her a quizzical look. “Well, I took piano as a kid. I suppose I could try the keyboard.”
“Whichever you like. My suspicion is, with your enhanced hearing, you’ll be better able to play by ear on any instrument in here.”
“Is that your theory then?”
“It’s something about which I’m curious. I couldn’t carry a tune in a bucket before the change, now I never miss a note when I sing.”
“You’ve also had 50 years of practice.” Reminded Michael.
“That’s true now, but what if I told you I noticed that change rather quickly after becoming Kindred. If you’ve never listen to him in detail, Elvis Presley is an amazing talent and his voice is not easy to match. Despite many failures before my turning, I did him perfectly one night while listening to the radio. I’ve never failed since.”
“Does it work with instruments?”
“That’s what I want to check out.”
“You’ve never tested before.”
“Never really wanted to.” Admitted Deborah. “Most music of previous generations never quite matched the mood I was looking for. It’s only been in the last few years that things have become sufficiently dark for my tastes. Now I’m interested.”
“So once goth and punk come around, you want to jump the bandwagon.”
“Pretty much.”
“Sixties war protest songs not sufficiently rebellious for your tastes?”
“They were only rebellious in terms of the norms of the time. Think about them now. They seem pretty tame.”
“One day, I suspect these songs will seem tame.”
Deborah darkened a bit at the comment. “Yeah, probably.” She said grimly.
“Did I say something wrong?”
“No, just a reminder of something you’ll learn…eventually. Now try to play.”
The only tune Michael could conjure in his head was the opening piano to the Christian band The Choir’s song Fade Into You, the song Pastor Ian had been playing when he picked Michael up from the bus station. Michael was surprised at the memory. He tapped out a few keys, listening for the tones he heard in his mind. After only a few guesses, he found them and began to play the first five notes.
“I don’t recognize that song.”
“You wouldn’t. It’s not sufficiently dark enough for your tastes.” He continued playing. “I think your theory has some validity. I wouldn’t want to perform like this, but I am figuring out the notes to a song I’ve heard dozens of times, but never played before.”
“Perhaps, this could be something else you could work on.”
“Learn to fight, write fiction, learn to play.” Rattled off Michael. “My life as kindred is starting to be far more work than being a mortal college student was.”
“But infinitely more fun. Come, it is time to hunt.”
----
Michael had not forgotten Kris, so he decided to seek her out for his “seconds” after he and Deborah parted ways to hunt. He decided to put himself to the test to seek her out, seeing if he could track her in the same way that Deborah claimed she could him when he was still mortal.
His first destination was her dorm building, Slusher Hall. He found a familiar scent, which he presumed was hers, and tried to follow it, but found he lost it after moving away more than a few hundred yards. He kept at this for at least an hour, with little luck.
“Still have much to learn.” He said to himself, in Deborah’s voice. It was frustrating. Giving up, he decided to head back towards town and see what the bars had to offer.
As he made his way the half-mile or so towards town, he sniffed the air periodically, trying to see if he could pick up Kris’ scent. But his enhanced senses continued to baffle him and he gave up trying after a few minutes.
“Yo, Michael!” came a call. A familiar beat-up Camaro pulled up beside him as he crossed the road near the War Memorial Gym. It was Mitch.
Michael walked over and leaned down. “So, another night of deliveries?”
“Man, you should have seen the girls I just delivered a pizza to. Bet you’d find them quite tasty.”
“I thought we weren’t going to mention that openly.”
Mitch shrugged. “It’s only the two of us right now.”
“So you knew what this was all about?”
“I knew some. Deborah doesn't tell us everything.”
"Did you know you were on the short list?"
Mitch shrugged. "Doesn't matter now. What matters is she's chosen you. Boar and I will take care of you, watch over you, protect you if need be."
"Appreciate that."
"So, what's it like?"
"Still finding my way, but I can tell you my life now is a whole hell of a lot better than it was.”
“Figured it would be, especially after what Rebecca did to you.”
“So who told her about the break-up? You?”
Mitch nodded. “That’s what she wanted. Report anything of importance on you.”
“And you do all that she wants?”
“It’s not as bad a deal as it sounds.”
“Hey, Michael!” came an excited voice. Much to his satisfaction, he saw Kris coming down the path towards him from town.
“Dinner?” teased Mitch. Michael found the joke in poor taste and frowned. Mitch decided that was his cue. “I’ll see you later.” He drove off.
Michael stood by waiting as Kris walked over. “Linger in your prey’s habitat long enough, and it will eventually come to you.” He thought to himself, repeating a simple rule of hunting in the silence of his mind. “Hey, Kris, would you believe I was looking for you?”
Kris blushed for a moment. “I had thought my little performance the other night had scared you off.”
“No. Are you feeling any better?”
“Much.” She said confidently.
“So, you have some time tonight?”
“I’m kinda busy. Got a project due in two days that I really need to work on.”
“And you’re coming back from downtown for what reason?” needled Michael in a teasing tone.
“Coming back from the library actually.”
Michael did a quick calculation and realized that they were in the same direction. He frowned at making such a bone-headed mistake, but got over it quickly. “Then perhaps I can persuade you to take a short break. A little snack over at the Grill perhaps? My treat.”
“Alright, but I can’t wait too long.”
“It won’t be.”
He escorted her over to the Hokie Grill, the on-campus snack shop in nearby Owens Hall. It was a short walk. Michael had a few bucks in his back pocket and used it to buy them a couple of hot dogs and drinks. Before he returned to the table, he decided to try something.
At the condiment stand, out of sight of both the clerk and of Kris, he gave his wrist a sharp bite to get the blood flowing. Remembering what Deborah had told him about those who fed from him, he let the blood drip into her cup. He gave the straw a swirl to mask the blood, was pleased to see the wound close before his very eyes, and then turned back towards the table.
“I could probably use this.” Admitted Kris, taking her food and drink off the tray.
“Glad I could help.” Said Michael. He watched as she drank deeply from her cup, wondering if she would notice.
She looked at Michael for a minute and then laughed. “What?” he asked, somewhat nervously. Had she noticed something odd?
“I must have been pretty drunk the other night.”
“What’s that supposed to mean?” said Michael.
“No, don’t misunderstand. It’s not you.” She said nervously. “I’m not usually so forward as I was. Not usually so bold.”
“And why not?”
“Look at me. I don’t dress sexy. I’m not pretty. Nothing about me makes guys interested.”
“Bullshit.” Said Michael. “You’ve just told yourself those things so often you’ve begun to believe them.”
Kris gave a timid smile, apparently a bit startled by his boldness. “You’re a surprising person, Michael Allens. Not at all like what I thought when I saw you sitting in the back at student orientation a couple months ago.”
“What did you think then?”
“Timid little computer nerd, afraid to be away from Mom’s basement. Never been around a girl.”
“The stereotype.”
“You did seem to fit it.”
“And you believe you do also. You’re a junior. Been in the CS program for two years now. You should know by now that not all of us fit that old joke.”
“I know, but I’ve met enough that have. Guys afraid of their own shadow. And when you’re one of the few women in the program, you tend to have to deal with them a lot.”
“And is that why you believe you have nothing to interest us? Because you’ve met so few able to express their appreciation? Trust me, even the nerdiest of us have noticed you, Kris. I’m just the only one bold enough to pursue it.”
“Is that a proposition?”
“I told you I was looking for you. I’m not one to let opportunity pass me by. As you’ve already pointed out, we tend not to get very many.”
Kris looked at him, blushing a bit. “There was a part of me that was a bit embarrassed to be a junior crushing on a freshman. Not anymore.”
“So,” said Michael, looking into her eyes. “The next question is how long of a study break do you want to take?”
“Long enough.” She admitted.
----
Rather than return to Slusher, where Kris admitted her roommate would probably be home, the two headed back towards downtown. Back towards Michael’s apartment with Deborah. He hoped that Deborah had simply accosted someone on the street as she typically did and that the apartment would be empty.
It seemed so as he walked up the stairs and opened the door.
“I didn’t think freshmen could live off campus.” Said Kris as they walked inside.
“We can’t. But I’ve withdrawn from the university for a while. Trying to get my head together.”
“Oh, I wondered why I hadn’t seen you around much recently.” Kris admitted.
“You really are crushing on me,” said Michael with a confident smile, “if you’ve noticed my absence among all the other students in the program.”
Kris blushed again. She walked over to the keyboard. “Do you play?”
“Some.”
She sat down on the sofa behind the keyboard. She pressed a few keys. “I can’t play a note on anything.”
“I think you’ll find your problem here is that you haven’t turned it on yet.”
She looked up at him. With a quick motion, she grabbed a pillow off the sofa and tossed it at him. “Smart ass. I know it’s not turned on.”
Michael moved onto the sofa next to her. “Yes, but I think I know some things that are.”
She watched him with nervous anticipation as he moved closer. “There’s probably something you should know…” she began to say.
“Nothing I hadn’t already figured out.” He put a finger to her lips to silence her further. “No more excuses. No more commentary. Just enjoy.”
As he began to undress her in earnest, Michael had a nagging thought at the back of his mind. Kris was utterly sincere. She was clearly attracted to him. Clearly nervous at giving her virginity to him. And yet, she was food to him. Fun food. Amusing food. Attractive food, but food none the less.
She was far more beautiful than she gave herself credit. Her skin was flawless, smooth and soft to the touch. Unlike Deborah, she wore nor needed any tattoos or other decoration. Her breasts full and pert, clearly showing her arousal. The hair between her legs was full and unshaven; in fact, Michael noticed she had done little in terms of the normal feminine grooming. Her armpits and legs were likewise unshaved. He found her “raw” state strangely attractive.
As he ran his hands across her form, relishing her response, Michael again thought about the disparity of their relationship, and then another thought imposed. Had he not been so blinded by Rebecca, would he ever have noticed her? Could it have been that he and Kris gotten together as a normal couple, now something impossible because of his vampiric state?
Kris seemed to notice his distraction. “Is something wrong?” she said nervously. “I know I’m not a classic beauty. I’m not a beauty at all.”
“What did I tell you about all the things you’ve told yourself?” replied Michael. “I think you’re gorgeous.” He slid his hand between her legs and began to play.
After a few minutes of that, which the look on her face showed her delight at his touch, he paused and asked “Are you ready for me?”
She nodded and Michael entered her. She cried out in surprise.
“Not quite what I expected.” She admitted a second later.
“Hush now. No commentary, remember?” teased Michael, kissing her and resuming his thrusting.
“Just enjoy.” She repeated, wrapping her arms around him and doing just that.
----
They made love for a couple of hours. Once Kris gained a degree of confidence, he began to mix things up, trying a few things he and Deborah had not yet done. Kris enjoyed every minute, every touch, every thrust, and every indication of her pleasure both pleased and disturbed Michael at the same time.
He fed from her periodically. A bite here, a bite there, never taking much at any one time. Cautious to cause her no harm, but also to not leave her so light headed and weak that she could not function as he had before.
But even as his lusts and his hungers were satisfied, Michael could not shake some of those nagging regrets. Here was someone who could have been a real girlfriend to him, a real lover, and that door was closed to him.
“I should probably be going.” Kris admitted as they relaxed after another climax. “I think you could go for a few more hours, but I really don’t have the time.”
“Probably not.” Lied Michael. He felt no more tired than he had when they started. “But you’re right. Our being together is not getting your project done.”
Kris stood up and began to get dressed. “It’s not going to be easy to focus after all this.”
“I think you’ll manage.” Said Michael confidently. “I’ll walk you back to your dorm.”
“Thanks. I appreciate that.” She said, finishing getting her clothes back on. “I’ve been a little nervous being in this part of town. That 7-11 where the girl got killed is just down the street.”
“Yeah, that was a bit scary. But no one will hurt you with me by your side.” He gathered up his own clothes and began to dress.
“How gallant.”
----
Deborah awaited him as he walked back from Slusher Hall. She was standing outside the apartment building, dressed to go on the hunt.
“So your first blood doll. You do adapt quickly.”
“Blood doll?”
“A human that we keep around solely to feed upon. They come in handy from time to time. Plus, depending on who they are, they can be quite fun. I take it this Kris is one of those.”
“You might say that.” Said Michael with a sly grin.
“I would be cautious however. Close personal contact with a given human can be dangerous. She will soon note odd things about your behavior. Like the fact that you never come out during the daylight. That you rarely eat.”
“I’m going to guess those things can be mitigated by making her a thrall.”
“Indeed they can be. Once a mortal is enslaved to us, they are safe to reveal the truth. Am I to presume that you are one step ahead of me on this?”
“She has taken my blood once now.”
“So twice more to be safe. Good, you really do learn fast. The Prince will be pleased with you.”
“At least someone will. Your friend Solomon wasn’t.”
Deborah gave him an odd look and then smiled. “You just need to get used to him.”
“So who’s the Prince?”
“The leader of all vampires in this territory. His name is Mathias and he lives up in Roanoke. You will meet him soon enough.” She took Michael’s arm and pressed against him. “I do hope you’ve not completely lost the mood tonight. I want you tonight, but there is something we must do. Something that has waited perhaps a little too long.”
“And that is?”
“Sooner or later, someone from your home town will come looking for you. A mother, a sibling, an old friend. We must do what we can to avoid this. You must become dead to the mortal world.”
“Is that necessary? Isn’t there an alternative?”
“What did you have in mind?”
“Couldn’t I just thrall my family and tell them the truth?”
“How would you pull it off? You would have to convince them, without raising their suspicions, to come down here and stay for several days, seeing you only at night, while you completed the three feedings. You’d never manage it.”
“I could go to them.”
“Again, how? You have no means of transportation to your home that goes only by night. And even if you could get there, you’re on enemy territory.”
“Enemy territory? Your enemy or just in general?”
“Generally. I have no idea who rules your hometown, Michael, but someone does. Vampire, mage, werewolf, and whoever it is will not want you trespassing.”
Michael looked at her gravely. “So I have no choice.” He said regretfully.
“You are already well past the point of no return.” Said Deborah. “This is for your own good and ours.”
“What then must we do?”
“There’s a number of things that could work. But our options tonight may be somewhat limited. You don’t own a car so having you dead in an accident with your body incinerated is a stretch. And finding a John Doe to take your corpse’s place in a town this small is tricky to begin with.”
“So how can we make me dead without a body?”
“The river has a number of deep pools. A body could get lost in any one of them.” Suggested Deborah.
“So I drowned. But how and why would I be down by the water this late in the year? A little cold in November to be swimming.”
Deborah snapped her fingers. “I think I have it. Something plausible. Something you actually considered after Rebecca left you.”
“Suicide?”
“Indeed. You were despondent after she left you. You dropped out of school, moved off-campus to ‘find yourself,’ but it wasn’t enough. You couldn’t find a reason to keep living. So you slip a suicide note to someone you knew, perhaps your old roommate, telling him that you’re going to end it all down at the river. But he gets the note late, perhaps you’ve tucked it under the door while he’s in class. He rushes to save you. The police come and make a well-orchestrated effort to find you, but to no avail. You are simply gone.”
Michael had to admit the idea had merit. Corwin could certainly be the catalyst to trigger everything. All he would need to do was write a convincing suicide note and that would not be hard, given all he’d been through.
“Of course,” she continued. “the police will have to inform your family at home. There will be a funeral and flowers. Your life with them is over. It was the moment you asked to be turned. Now we make it official.”
Michael nodded. “What do I need to do?” Deborah began to detail instructions, but Michael barely heard her. He had one thought, and only one thought. “A year ago, Rebecca buried her younger brother. Now she buries me. Break-up or not, this will devastate her. Does she deserve it?”
Michael had no answer for that question.
Act One Chapter Seven
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