August 3rd. 10 AM. Perfect timing.

They should open any second now.

A black sedan pulled up to the executive-looking building.

"You're here awfully early.", said a husky man in a black suit, reaching for the key ring with about 1,000 keys.

"What are you here for?"

"A note. From me and my friend, Alicia."

He looked confused.

"It was in a tiny, orange envelope? Had, *ahem* spells dealing with '90's Nick?"

"You mean the 'Passage of Nostalgia'?"

"Whatever. Where is it? A fellow, well, former employee told me it was referred to here. I'm Sydney. Alexander told me it was here."

"Ohhh,Sydney! Please, allow me."

It was right then and there, that I instantly remembered him as well. He was Corey, our supervisor from back in the day. To you, he'd seem like the typical "stuck-in-the-'90's-never-getting-out" person. To me, and all the other employees, he was the perfect person to converse to about the classified-in-a-way info that was me/Alicia's note.

"I took that note, and practiced them for myself."

My heart sank as deep as the bottom of the ocean.

"Did..anything happen?"

"At first, no. I did everything, down to lighting all 5 slime-green candles, on each of the edges of the orange, 'sacred' star I drew."

"With which marker?"

" , orange scented."

Crap. He did do everything right, even use a '90's-related marker."

Alicia then pulled up, half of her car on the sidewalk, the front grille of her sedan mangled and torn up, as if she hit something with it on her way here.

"Syd! Corey!" She panted rapidly, almost taking a spill out of her white recent-year Ford Fusion.

"I was just going down the Highway 11 exit to get here, then, BOOM! From my right, a person wearing gold or something just sprinted on by, carefree! I tried to stop in time, but,but-"

"Alicia, stop. Calm down. Talk to Corey about it. I'll go look at your car."

As Corey was now being tortured with Alicia's stammering and shock, Syd traced the massive "dent" in the middle of the grille. A red feather floated off the chrome paint, blood indeed smeared in its silky vane . Two more red feathers were blown off in the breeze.

"Alicia?"

"What?"

"Corey, I know what that spell was for. You just resurrected all of Olmec's temple guards, and now they are all lose somewhere in the woods of Florida. Alicia, you hit one of them on your way here."

"Should I be concerned?"

"Let's see. Corey, what other spells did you practice?"

"To tell you the truth, there was one with me having to concentrate on climbing a mountain of some sort, some kind of... 'crag'."

"YOU DID WHAT?!"

The Radical Rock, in all of its 30-foot, hellish, you-wouldn't-believe-kids-used-to-climb-that-thing goodness, fell literally out of the blue, right on the building.

"YOU JUST BROUGHT BACK THE AGGRO CRAG, YOU DUMB-"

"Guys, who are they?" Alicia pointed to the top of the crag, where two people, one in a Bruins jersey, another in a striped, dress-like nightshirt, climbed down. Syd swore she could just punch Corey in the face now.

"Great. With Mike and Mo with it, too?"

That did it. They were screwed, for real this time. Hitting a temple guard with your car was one thing, but having an Aggro Crag land upon your place of business, crushing it to ruins and inches away from KILLING YOU was another. Another new male voice was introduced to Syd.

"Do ya have it?!"