Hello, Samantha. I haven't seen you in a while.

Gaah! What the… who…Where am I…..?

Oh…..you don't know?

Ummm, no, duh! Isn't that what I just said? And who the fudgebag are you?

Heh heh…..I'm not surprised. It's been so long….But I won't be so cryptic if you don't want me to be. I will tell you who I am, and why you are here…..for a price.

Ummm….okaaaaay…Listen, I don't know what the heck cryptic is, or why it even matters, and I don't know who you are, or why I'm here, so I'm gonna just go. 'Kay? 'Kay.

Go?...And just where are you going, exactly?

I'm going to….I'm going back to….. I'm…uhhhh…..how the heck do I get out of here?

You don't. You need to be here.

Okay, listen, ya crazy skunkbag, you better tell me how to get out of here, or you're gonna wake up three years from now in an empty alleyway with an active grenade at your feet and a knife at your neck!

Threaten all you want. I'm still going to tell you everything; why you're here, how you got here, who I am…all in due time.

…..(sigh)…Alright, fine. Talk.

Ah ah aahh. I told you you would hear it….for a price.

Okay, so what're we talkin' about here? 10 bucks? 20? 50? I know a guy.

No, no, dear Samantha, I am not speaking of something of monetary value. I am talking about something quite different.

Umm, I have no idea what you just said, soooo…what do you want?

Oh, nothing much really. Just something of no use to you, that is of great value to me.

And –

Before you ask, yes, I will tell you everything you want to know. All you have to do is give me this…. 'item'.

And that's it?

That's it.

Fine. So what do you want?

Your soul.