A room; the curtains drawn, blocking out the sun.

Soft melodies; floating through the darkness.

A young man; hunched in front of a dim screen.

A PET; a shrouded dark figure enclosed.

A soft knock; opres...

"Trevor, dear, dinner is nearly ready, why don't you come down, hon?"


A pale hand; reaching for the PET. "LanternMan, why do I need to endure this suffering?" Trevor mused.

A brooding reply; "Life is temporary, I will show you the way, but first, the path must be cleared." LanternMan wheezed in reply.

A NetNavi; jacked in.