Wilson Dropped the last of the Batch into the other Flask, Expecting the Reaction, That he was Waiting For. Instead, it exploded right in his face. Wilson Plopped down in his chair. Again, Foiled by Science. Him, Wilson P. Higgensbury, with A Masters degree in Klei Physics. Wilson shook his head. He had taken this case alone, believing that he could Figure out this substance. Now It was all Gone. 8 people missing, All with this... Stuff at where they last were. Going all the Way back to 1906. The William Carter incident. The Magician who was really Into His magic. Heh heh. 7 more all with W names. Willow, An Pyromaniac, Wolfgang, A Circus Strongman, Wendy, A Bereaving Sister, (First Name Unknown) , A Librarian, Wes, A mime, And Woody, A woodcutter.
Wilson Sighed. Maybe He should quit. Move into Town, Do something else with his life. He just sat there contemplating stuff for a little bit, So that's Why he jumped when his Radio Turned on. "Say Pal, Looks like Your having Some Trouble. I have some Secret Knowledge I can Share With You." When Wilson Heard This he got up, And Picked Up the Radio.
"If You Think You Are Ready For It." Wilson Was Estactic, This Was the Best Luck Ever. He Shook His Head As a Yes.
"Okay, Then" Lightning Flashed Throwing Images onto the Wall. Suddenly The Radio Lit Up, And Released A Huge Electronic Discharge. After a minute of Holding the Radio He knew what he had to do.