ZionArchive said: "I had a dream about you last night. You went to my school, stole my backpack, and brought it all the way to Canada to do Elua knows what with it. My class had a test that day, and without any paper and pencil, to my chagrin, I had to borrow it from someone and this someone was not particularly fond of me. He looked at my annoyingly while he handed me a pencil and gave sniff as if to say, "You better give me back that pencil bitch or I'll take more from you than what the loss of your backpack has already done."

After the test, I handed it back to him and he quickly snatched it away from me. Walking home after school I thought of a way to get my backpack from you. As I rounded the corner to the street where my house was, a hand firmly grasped my shoulder and the person behind me said, "I know where this Anselm is. I can help you get your belongings back." He was breathing down my neck and from his voice I could tell it was the boy who let me borrow the pencil.

"Why would you do this... and how do you know whe-" before I could say anything further he snatched me from my feet and carried me to a clearing. "I can walk myself I complained!" After a few moment he jumped into the air and flew all the way to Canada to where your Tower of Doom is.

"This is where Anselm is, the rest is up to you now." He goaded me inside and door closed behind me. "What the hell am I supposed to do?" There was no reply for he did not follow me in. I had no choice but to find you in the tower. After walking up a long, spiraling staircase, I heard a maniacal laughing that made me shuddering inwards. I dared press forward and saw a bright light coming through a window. Moving closer, I looked through the window and I saw you there laughing in front of your computer. I stood there and stared in awe.

You looked back at me and you had a bewildered expression on your face."