The Past week had gone by in a blur. Psycho reflected on the current global events, a vision of the future and a ghost from the past. All three of these events directly correlated to the hard times that had occurred in the past few years. Psycho decided to go the bar in Polaris. The icewine there and the cold lake were a calming place. The effect of the area could be seen upon the black and red energy coming off from him.
As Psycho drank he fingered the tiny silver key. The key had been used only a few times. Fewer than Psycho would have wanted to say it had been used. Just after the heavy rain storms had poured the streets of Westbridge contained A friend from the long distant past. Psycho observed Tenchi in Westbridge. His unique black hair which was normally short with a tail was now scruffy. His feet hands and face had deep smudges of soot and mud. In Psycho's eye Tenchi had definitely fallen into some hard times. Psycho greeted Tenchi warmly.
'Hello my old friend how are you?'
'I have just been visiting my old house.'
'Have you been staying at your old home?'
'Yes, I have just been thinking of the Past'
Psycho knew that there was more to the story. Risking angering his friend he probed deeper, wanting to help Tenchi.
'May I ask What is at your old home?'
'Nothing remains but a corner of the home, the rest was consumed by fire.'
'My friend you can not stay there it is not good for you.'
'I insist that you stay an available guest room.'
Tenchi smiled and accepted Psycho's offer. Psycho had run quick to zozo, he quickly checked the guest room, grabbed the sliver key and return to Westbridge. When he arrived Tenchi was no where to be seen.
