"How can lightening just strike with no word of warning?", Olivia Dunham let her fingers run over the scorch mark embedded in the tarmac and looked to the Bishops for an answer to her question.

"This was no ordinary storm," mused Walter as he looked around the area, deep in thought.

"What are you thinking Walter?", Peter stopped walking around with the Geiger counter for a brief few minutes to observe his father. "You've the look of a man that seems to recognise what's going on here but seem strangely unsure of yourself".

"Indeed son!. I cannot quite recall when or where I have seen this phenomena before, but I know I have. As I said, it may take a while to recall.", Walter looked skyward.

"Are you feeling anything out of the ordinary Olivia?", Astrid chimed in, concerned at how this case was affecting the team, "Walter how about you?".

"I'm not sensing anything Astrid", Olivia stood up as her cellphone rang, Broyles it seemed was checking up on them.

"Neither am I, Asprin, I was rather hoping I would", Walter seemed disappointed.

"Dunham," Olivia answered her phone, "Yes sir, we're here right now taking readings. No, nothing's happened. Walter and I seem unaffected this time.".


Back in Boston, Broyles was at a loss how to tell Olivia about their unexpected guest.

"Where exactly are they Agent Broyles?", Pacey was determined to find something out of Olivia's current whereabouts.

"Zwolle, Louisiana", Broyles quietly answered back, he did not want to alarm Olivia in any way possible. There was no way to tell how she would react to this situation.

Pacey frowned, "They didn't by chance visit Shelbyville in Kentucky this past week?."

"What?!", Broyles almost dropped the phone in shock.


"Sir, What is it?. Are you still there?." Olivia suddenly became concerned at the fact that Broyles was talking to someone else besides herself and that something was happening as they were holding this conversation.

"Agent Broyles, this is where Jones set off the explosions in my universe. Somehow there must be a ripple effect taking place and you're feeling it in your universe." Pacey spoke quickly, "Tell them," he frowned, remembering the news report before crossing over and Buzz Thompson's words, "Tell them to look for any signs of an underground river or water source nearby that wasn't there before. That could be something that went overlooked in the past but may be an important clue."

Broyles nodded and relayed the information to Agent Dunham. "Dunham, We've received important information regarding this case. I am not at liberty to explain this at present. Suffice to say, you and the Bishops should try and locate any water sources nearby or any new water sources that have since sprung up since the event itself.".

Olivia frowned, "Sir. Where are you getting this information from?. Are you talking to someone that knows more than "Fringe Division" about this matter?.", she was suspicious.

"Dunham, follow the lead. I suggest you do this as quickly as possible and return to Boston as soon as you can. I can only tell you that there's more to this case than meets the eye. I'll fill you in on your return, it's a.." he met Pacey's glance with an exasperated sigh, "It's a little difficult to explain Dunham, get back as soon as you can".

"Okay sir.", Olivia ended the call and frowned as she put her cellphone back in her pocket.

"Walter!", she called him over.

"Yes Olivia?", Walter wandered over thoughtfully chewing on a red vine, "What is it?".

"Walter, what do you know about rivers and water sources spontaneously appearing from nowhere?."


"Are you sure that this is the same man?", Broyles showed him the photo of the unidentified man with the scar on his face, "Rob Jones?. Erica Jones son?".

"That's him. I'm sure Agent Dunham related the fact that he was the missing man that could not be traced from 10 years ago from the "Stockton estate". It seems, Agent Broyles our suspect is dividing his time between my universe and yours. The question is, WHICH universe is his base of operations. Our side have no leads as to his whereabouts." Pacey found that the flow of information between this F.B.I agent compared to the guys on his side was a much easier experience despite their initial meeting.

"Detective, you said that you had Rob Jones in custody and yet he just seemed to vanish in front of you and walked out the building. Any thoughts as to how he did this?", Broyles was impressed so far with this young man and his conduct regardless of the impression he had received from reading the Erica Jones case-file. This boy had grown up to be quite an accomplished investigator indeed.

"Maybe Dr Bishop has a theory. I'm at a loss to explain it. Maybe it's to do with the military, I suspect that whatever method he's using, it's something pretty unconventional", surmised Pacey.

"Indeed, considering his lineage it wouldn't surprise me either." Broyles admitted.

He stood up from the table, "Detective, I'm afraid you'll have to stay put for the time being. Dunham and the Bishops should be back in several hours. In the meantime, I'll send you in the case files on David Robert Jones for you to look at. I think we could use a fresh perspective on the case. We're glad to have you on board Mr Witter. Anything you need, just buzz on the intercom and someone will get it for you."

Pacey nodded, "A guest of the Feds once more it seems!", he ruefully admitted. "I understand Agent Broyles.". Pacey gracefully accepted the situation and settled back in his chair.

"The files will be here shortly, there's quite a great deal of information that goes with this subject. Not all of it is pleasant reading", Broyles warned the young man in front of him.

"I've seen worse Agent Broyles. Just before you go. At the beginning there you mentioned something about an "alternate" universe and Agent Dunham being kidnapped?. I take it that has something to do with this case?.", Pacey needed to find some personal answers first to some pressing questions.

Broyles fixed the young detective with a stony expression, "Detective, there's some information that's in the files because it has to be. If you want answers then ask Dunham. A great deal can happen in a year and a half or in your case 10 years. I'll get Agent Dunham to come straight here once she gets back.", Broyles decided that the less he knew about that particular subject, the better.

Wounds were still quite raw from recent events, the last thing he needed was for them to reopen.

Pacey nodded and didn't speak as he saw Broyles exit the room.

Alone, he let out a deep breath, "I guess I hit a nerve there", he muttered as he hoped that he wouldn't have a long wait on his hands.

Patience in situations like these, wasn't one of his strong points.


Back In The Fictional Universe…


Assistant Director Jeffries surveyed the damage from a safe distance. Zwolle was a wasteland. The radiation levels were too hazardous to send anyone in and a cordon had been set around the area. Not that anyone would want to go in the red area in the first place. Barely anything left standing there worth salvaging or scavenging.

Agent Andrews got out of his car and noticed his boss surveying the latest damage that Jones had wreaked on a small, quiet American town and wondered what his boss would make of his latest findings.

He had followed orders and set about following Detective Witter's brother, but nothing had come of this investigation whatsoever.

"Agent Andrews, I hope you have some good news for me." Jeffries turned to him, his face grim.

"Sir, nothing. It's as if Detective Witter vanished off the face of the earth. Got down here as soon as I could. How bad is it?".

"At least we got a car wreck from Shelbyville to take readings from, it's too hot in there to send teams in and recover what's left. We did however get one lead, so it's not a complete waste of our resources."

"A witness?", Andrews was shocked, "No-one could possibly have survived..", he was cut off by Jeffries who motioned to the car a short distance away.

"One of the models in a fashion show that took place in town. We think it's ground zero. Says one of her fellow models exhibited a strange orange-like glow and told her to get out of town. Got a name and a description. It's a start."

Andrews looked over to the back seat of the vehicle, a good looking young woman who looked utterly shell shocked at the scene before her stared back at him. Her eyes had a haunted look about them.

He turned away back to his boss. "What about Detective Witter?".

"Go back to Capeside, there's something not right about this whole thing. Keep me informed. Ask questions Andrews. I'm sure the Detective has connections in that town that perhaps even his brother doesn't know about. I don't care how long it takes but I'm pulling you off this case until further notice. Witter is a priority here and we need this guy back in custody, I'll handle the Jones investigation."

Andrews gritted his teeth. Damn cop!. If he caught up with that guy, he was sure as hell gonna make him pay for all the hassle he was causing him!.

He slammed the car door as he got back in and revved the engine.

Looks like he had made a journey here all for nothing!.


Olivia Dunham was lost in thought. What was going on back at Headquarters?. Broyles wasn't usually as evasive down the phone as he was being in the past few hours.

She had called him up again just as the plane touched down back in Boston and was met with the terse reply she expected from him.

"Get yourself back to headquarters as soon as possible Dunham. All will become clear then."

Just now she was dropping off the Bishops and Astrid back at the lab and was in no mood to be kept back. Peter and herself seemed to be bickering again. Something as small as a misplaced comment could set her off nowadays. This time it had been about Walter's favourite drinks whilst they had been on the plane back from Louisiana.

"I simply can't stand not having a good coffee in the morning. I suppose things could be worse. Over there coffee is rationed and hard to come by." Walter mused, "At least that conniving fizgig will be left high and dry!. All she ever did was drink coffee when she was over here!. Drink coffee and use her secrets of seduction and espionage on poor Peter!".

Peter inevitably tensed when he heard his father mention the other Olivia. He looked over apologetically at Olivia, appalled that his father had a slip in judgement.

"Olivia, please excuse my father. He's probably still coming down from the effects of his latest cocktail. I'm sure if he realised just what he…" he never got to finish the sentence, it was obvious that the damage had been done.

"You don't have to apologise for him Peter", the coldness came back in her tone, "After all, he's right isn't he?".

Peter gritted his teeth, "Thank you Walter", he mentally chalked up another time when he could easily get annoyed at his father's lack of forethought in certain situations.

He sat back in his seat and wondered just how long it would take before Olivia would forget that comment and become normal again.

Olivia meanwhile was feeling the inner calm she had felt all day start to erode away. Inwardly there were times she felt like a volcano, ready to erupt at any given time. However, they were on a plane and if she didn't control her emotions, then things could become serious. Remembering what Walter had said about her childhood and the Cortexiphan trials had given her much to think over. She bottled up her feelings and tried to keep the genie from leaving the bottle until she had some time alone to herself.

That had been an hour ago and of course as soon as they landed, she was back in her SUV and driving as quickly as she was legally allowed to on the road to get back to Harvard.

"I'm sure it's nothing Olivia. Broyles would've said more if it was serious", Astrid noted that Olivia was preoccupied with whatever this urgent matter may or may not be.

"Astrid, I can't tell you why but I suspect there's some breakthrough or another on this case. Just a gut instinct but something's up. " Olivia replied as she waited outside the main Harvard entrance whilst the rest of the team unloaded the equipment that they had taken to Louisiana.

"Okay, but call me Olivia." Astrid gave her a look that said she was there if Olivia needed to talk.

"I will Astrid. Thanks", Olivia smiled back. Where would she be without Astrid?. Both of them had bonded deeper since Olivia's return from the alternate universe. Olivia had recounted tales of Alt-Astrid and her time at the other "Fringe" department and Astrid had provided a valuable friend in recounting about Fauxlivia and her time with Peter and Walter.

Whether Olivia realised it or not, both her and Astrid had their share of questions regarding their alternates and both needed to find their own answers to particularly nagging questions.


Broyles decided to play it safe. He had just received a call from Olivia Dunham that she was on her way back to headquarters and decided to meet her in the lobby. Before he headed down to the ground floor, he stopped to check in on their unexpected guest.

Detective Witter it seemed was lost in reading case files and Broyles didn't want to disturb him. Instead he took to the observation room behind the large one way glass window.

"What are we going to do with you Detective?", he mused.

It seemed the man had gambled his life by coming over here on a one way ticket. There was no way it was possible to send him back to his own universe. Perhaps Walter Bishop could help him.

Broyles had to admit that all this talk of multiple universes made his head spin. Sure he could count on Nina Sharp as a friend and business colleague, but all this talk of alternates and fictional universes was way beyond his pay grade. So much for keeping the "Massive Dynamic" Pandora in its box!.

When he started out this job it was about the advancement of technology and science and preventing it from falling into unscrupulous hands of the criminal or terrorist fraternity. However since the inception of "Fringe" division and the Agent Scott case, it was now becoming something more.

Something that made him feel obsolete and old.

Broyles left the young man to his reading and headed out for the nearest elevator to the lobby.

There were days when he wished he didn't have to relate bad news to the people under his care. This time he wondered how this piece of news was going to be welcomed.

The elevator doors opened onto the lobby and Broyles strode out, keeping his eyes locked towards the main entrance.

Knowing Agent Dunham, she'd be trying to get here as quickly as possible.


Forgoing the usual parking space within the confines of the building itself, Olivia Dunham screeched to a halt a stones throw away from the main entrance.

Broyles had said that he'd meet her in the lobby, it seemed that whatever was happening, Broyles wanted to tell her face to face on arrival as soon as she stepped into the building with not a moment to lose. Now Olivia was concerned, this was very unusual behaviour from her superior indeed.

Olivia slammed the door on the SUV and locked up before running into the building and felt her heart pounding in her chest. Stopping to take in air, she noted that Broyles was calmly walking up to her. His demeanour seemed serious but not DEADLY serious, instead he seemed ever so slightly amused.

"Dunham, I take it I won't find you've broken the speed limit from here to Harvard I hope?!", he raised an eyebrow, "I'm glad you're back, I think it's better that I tell you along the way what's exactly happened in your absence".

"Then it's not a break in this case?!.", Olivia looked at him, trying to fathom just what the hell was going on.

"Oh yes, we've had a break in the case Dunham." Broyles answered, "It's how the BREAK actually happened that involves both yourself and the Bishops.", Broyles pressed the elevator button and sighed.

"Sir?!", Olivia thought that she had suddenly crossed back into the alternate universe for a split second, her superior was acting slightly out of character.

"Dunham. I'm not an expert on this universe business and I don't claim to be, but I think you'll be interested in what's happened with this latest twist in the case", both of them stepped inside the elevator as the doors shut.

"Sir, WHAT's going on?!", Olivia faced her boss in the elevator, desperate for some news. By now she felt like Broyles knew something which she felt he shouldn't but wasn't letting on what exactly he knew.

"Dunham, a man walked into this building earlier this morning claiming to know you AND that he had important information to disclose regarding a case involving the towns of SHELBYVILLE and ZWOLLE. Except that this man does not come from the alternate universe where I originally suspected that you had met him.

He was the one I was talking to that relayed the lead on the underground rivers when you were at Zwolle. It seems both you and he are on the same case and I think you'll want to hear his side of the story." Broyles gave her the information that she sought. "By the way, how did that tip work out?. Does Bishop have a theory?".

"Sir, well, he says it's quite possible but we're having to gather satellite data on the affected areas and once we get that then we can confirm this to be true." Olivia frowned, trying to keep her confusion to a minimum but ended up asking "Sir, WHO is this man that you're talking about?".

"He works for the Boston P. D. where he comes from, A detective actually." Broyles let a small grin lighten up his features, " In fact, he's one smart guy. I can see why at the time, if I recall, both yourself and Agent Farnsworth stood in my office during that debrief and I wondered if both of you hadn't concocted some cover up in that whole Erica Jones affair."

Olivia suddenly felt as if the strength had been sapped out of her body. "Erica Jones sir?.." she stammered, unsure of what was happening and why she was reacting this way, "What has that case got to do with Colonel Gordon and the Cortexiphan trials?", she tried to keep her composure but something was now nagging at her subconscious, a name in particular.

Both of them exited the elevator, Olivia finding that her strength had come back but as they were walking along the corridor, the lights began to flicker unexpectedly, Olivia chided herself for letting her emotions get the better of her.

Broyles looked up as they walked along to the interview room. "Dunham are you sure that you're okay?", he had read the reports on the Cortexiphan trials regarding Jacksonville and his most trusted agent in particular.

"Fine, sir, I'm fine!", Olivia tried to lock up her feelings into a lead lined box and smiled back as Broyles opened the door to the observation room.

"Dunham, it seems that boy you met, Pacey Witter has grown up. Is this the same Pacey Witter that you met with regards to the Erica Jones case?". Broyles switched on the light and stepped aside as Olivia's eyes fell upon the man sitting in the interview room.


Pacey suddenly stopped in the middle of a case file he was reading. He felt as though someone was watching him. Someone INTENTLY watching him. A funny familiar feeling shot through him as he placed the report on the table and looked towards the glass in front of him.

"Olivia?," he spoke her name. "Olivia Dunham?. Is that you there?".

He got up and walked towards the glass and put his fingertips gently on the glass, "Olivia, it's me!. Sorry, this must be the most freakiest moment ever for you but you have to help me!. I need your help!."

"Oh my god", Olivia hadn't expected this. "Pacey?", she searched this man's face for the boy she had left behind over a year and a half ago. She found what she was looking for as she looked into his eyes.

Olivia's mouth ran dry and her heart began to relentlessly pound in her chest, she felt she would black out any second. The lights flickered ominously and Broyles wondered if that was a good or a bad sign.

"Dunham. Is that the same Pacey Witter that you met over a year and a half ago?", Broyles needed confirmation from Olivia and he needed it now as he repeated the question.

"Sir," Olivia turned to him, her face was a mix of pure joy but also fear, "I can't explain it but it is."

"Very well Dunham. At least we have that detail cleared up.", he spoke gently, "I'll leave you two to get reacquainted."

Broyles thought it best to leave his best agent to get her head around this situation but before he left he asked, "Do you want me to contact the Bishops for you?. You seem preoccupied and I think Walter would want to know".

"Sir, thanks. If you wouldn't mind." Olivia felt she could barely string a sentence with the conflicting emotions thundering around her heart and her head at this moment in time.

Broyles closed the door and reached for his cell. It looked like this was just the beginning of a very interesting situation. He punched in the number for the Bishop lab at Harvard.

"Agent Farnsworth?", it seemed Astrid was answering first, "Get the Bishops and get here now. Agent Dunham is here and would like you all here. There's someone she wants you to meet."


"I'll tell you something. I am a wolf but I like to wear sheep's clothing.

I am a bonfire. I am a vampire. I'm waiting for my moment…"

Olivia recalled a song that seemed to play in her head as she felt something break free inside her when she looked at the man inside the interview room.

Pacey had certainly grown up. No two doubts about that!. Olivia mused that he bore a resemblance to Peter that couldn't be denied. If Peter happened to have a younger twin, then Pacey would be that sibling. Pacey had longer, curlier hair and was clean shaven but there was no denying that the boy she had left behind in the fictional universe was still reflected back in this man's eyes and voice.

"You come on like a drug, I just can't get enough.

I'm like an addict coming at you for a little more.

And there's so much at stake, I can't afford to waste.

I never needed anybody like this before".

"Olivia!". Pacey called again from behind the glass, "Remember what I told you when you left Capeside".

The expression in his eyes was almost heartbreaking and Olivia was reminded of that final goodbye. The poem that he had left her with. And now he began to quote the same lines again…

"Some day I shall rise and leave my friends and seek you again.

Through the world's fair ends,

You whom I found so fair…"

Olivia whispered the last lines along with him, behind the glass, unseen but watching.

"Touch of your hands and smell of your hair.

My eager feet shall find you again".

Olivia couldn't stand it any longer and left the observation room to open the door into the interview room itself.


Pacey let his hands drop from the glass. Maybe she was in shock. Maybe she had fled the room and needed time to take in what was happening. A thousand and one "maybes" crowded in his thoughts.

He walked around the room trying to contain both his frustration and his excitement. She was there. He had sensed something for a brief few minutes. Pacey stopped walking and faced the direction of the door.

"Come on Agent Dunham", he whispered, "I know you're there".

His mind threw some forgotten song lyrics in his direction, something to try and distract him from the wait that was becoming excruciatingly long and drawn out.

"Though I'll know I'll be hunting high and low,

There's no end to the lengths I'll go to,

Hunting High and Low,

There's no end to the lengths, I'll go to

Find her again,

Upon this my dreams are depending,

Through the dark,

I sense the pounding of her heart,

Next to mine, she's the sweetest love I could find…"


Outside the interview room, Olivia Dunham took several deep breaths to calm herself before letting the inevitable happen. The door opened and there both of them stood, frozen in time for several seconds.

Pacey wasn't sure if he should speak first, he just gazed upon the face of Agent Dunham for the first time in ten years, the face that he held so deep and tender in his childhood memories.

Olivia couldn't speak either. Whether it was the fact that the man before her was gazing at her as if he was seeing a goddess bestow her radiance upon the mortal world or if it was herself trying to picture the boy who once stole her heart over a year and a half ago and now had become a man, she couldn't say.

Someone had to break the silence.

"I guess we're always destined to meet like this. Of course, the first time I was locked up in jail courtesy of my brother for daring to question his sexuality, which by the way, he sends his regards and YES, he's still not coming out of the closet even though he's now promoted to Sheriff!", Pacey found his voice and decided that maybe a little injection of humour would break the tension in the room.

Olivia felt a flush ignite her cheeks, if she was unsure then, she was sure now. It was Pacey alright!. She cleared her throat, "I recall that first meeting well. You decided to quote some poetry. I think you took everyone by surprise then, just like you're doing now", she was surprised that her voice had gone a little husky but couldn't help biting her lower lip in anticipation.

"Poetry!. Ah yes." Pacey smiled widely, "Would you like to hear some Olivia?", he boldly met her gaze.

" I'd love to hear your thoughts this time around, I take it you've been practising for this moment?", Olivia gently teased, leaning against the wall for a little support, "I've been waiting as well", she admitted.

"Well then, I'm not going to disappoint the one and only Agent Olivia Dunham," Pacey began to slowly advance towards her and a new poem fell from his lips as he moved.

"After so long an absence, at last we meet again.

Does the meeting give us pleasure or does it give us pain?.

We cordially greet each other in the old familiar tone.

And we think, though we do not say it,

And a mist and shadow of sadness steals over our merriest jests."

Olivia sighed, "That's not your usual style Mr Witter, I was hoping for something more classical, but again, you seem to have picked an appropriate piece of prose".

Pacey was quite close to her now, leaning on the wall next to her, "Sad to say Olivia, I wish this visit was for pleasure but it's not. Business is why I'm here, but we'll get to that shortly." Pacey seemed troubled momentarily but turned to her with a familiar mischievous expression on his face, "Something classical huh?. Well milady, what about this one?."

He moved in closer until Olivia felt his warm breath on her cheek as Pacey whispered into her ear, "My love for you is mixed throughout my body".

Olivia suddenly felt very unsure of the ground beneath her as well as her surroundings, "And you stole that one from where exactly?", she managed to coherently put some words together in a sentence despite the fog clouding her mind and judgement.

"Ancient Egypt, part of a love-song actually", Pacey gazed into Olivia's eyes and she found herself being captivated by the most gorgeously pure look of admiration that she had ever seen from the male species.

"Oh boy!", she thought, "I'm really in trouble here!".


Astrid Farnsworth could not believe her ears as she heard Broyles relate the tale of how Pacey Witter had appeared in this universe. Her first thoughts were for Olivia Dunham and how she would feel. Only she knew that Agent Dunham had secretly admitted that if Pacey had been older than he was then she would consider taking a step forward in their relationship when the Erica Jones case had been happening.

Now that Pacey was back and by some fluke or miracle had actually aged a good 10 years since the "Stockton Estate" adventure, it left Astrid with a nagging question that needed answering.

She looked over at Peter Bishop who like his father was digesting the same news as herself.

"Poor Peter," she thought, "He doesn't know and if he finds out then His and Olivia's fractured relationship can go from bad to worse".

"I told you he was a smart boy!", Walter Bishop announced, "But I'll have to have words with him!. That technology is dangerous and should've been destroyed!. Why the repercussions of OUR involvement with that universe were bad enough, now I fear the damage will be irreparable!. Though," he added in a calmer voice, "It will be so nice to see Pastry again. I have missed him you know!".

Peter looked less than thrilled, Astrid mused. He seemed quiet and withdrawn which was most unlike himself.

"Peter, I should warn you," Broyles cautioned, "Pacey bears a certain resemblance to yourself, it's quite uncanny really, I just thought I should let you know in advance. He could almost be your younger twin".

"Thanks for the heads up!", Peter managed to smile, but it lacked the usual Bishop humour.

"Great!", thought Peter as they closed in on the interview room where Pacey and Olivia were having their reunion.

"Now I have to compete with a younger model of myself to gain back Olivia's faith in me!".

As Broyles opened the door both Pacey and Olivia seemed to have slightly guilty and flushed expressions on their faces. You could've cut the tension in the room with a knife and EVERYONE there knew it.

Peter gazed upon Pacey and Pacey frowned gazing back at Peter.

Olivia stood there and gazed at both Peter and Pacey.

An amber protocol could've gone off in that small interview room and none of them had the will power to move!.


Notes for this chapter then…

Starting with the title. That's "Temptation Waits" the title track from GARBAGE and their "Version 2.0" cd and I also used some of the lyric later on in the chapter.

"Hunting High And Low" is the title track from "A-ha" and their debut album. Both aforementioned albums are superb and are a must for every record collection.

"Fizgig" is an Australian word for a "frivolous or flirtatious girl". Fits Fauxlivia perfectly!.

Longfellow wrote the poem "The Meeting" which I used snippets of.

There is an Ancient Egyptian love song from 1550-1080 B.C (not British Columbia!) which contains that line, I think it's cool and very evocative.

I used the other poem from "Fusion" (flick back to that story if you want the context in which I added it in) which I think was written in the First World War if I remember correctly and is a beautiful piece of work.

Sorry, I tend to write with tongue firmly stuck in cheek regarding the Pacey/Peter resemblance!. More to come there!.

Chapter Ten sees tensions rise to the surface even more.

Thanks for staying with this. Questions will get answered eventually.

PROGENESIS: "Crossing The Styx". Chapter Nine. "Temptation Waits".