Will try and keep the gang as cannon as possible, no pun intended. Takes place after season four so Drakken and Shego are now good while Kim and Ron will be going off to collage soon.

Key:

"Kim Possible!"/story that is being seen in animus

"No big,"/viewers talking outside of animus

"boo-yea!"/viewers outside of animus thoughts

"Please and thank you"/one in animus talking

[I got you covered Kim,] Wade over Kimmunicator

Alright disclaimer; I do not own anything of Kim Possible nor any of the stories featured in this one. The story below is written and given permission to be used by FAH3.

Many Possible Worlds

"So what's going on here?" Felix asked as Shego was loading up.

"Shego's is Dracula here," Kim explained. "She has Ron trapped inside her castle and she is coming to England as we speak."

"Wow," Zita said. "Should I be worried for the people there?"

Drakken glanced at her, as he already see it before "Yes, yes you should." He manage to say before the sequence started up.

DRAKIGO: Sequence three Starts

London, England

It was such a beautiful day. A clear blue sky with no sign of any clouds on the horizon, and a refreshing cool breeze to take the edge off of the rays of the sun climbed higher to its peak, and the wondrous sounds of life and nature in full bloom. It was a day that anyone would enjoy, whether they be a young child at play or a person in the golden years of their life. A few miles outside of the noisy and bustling streets of London, sitting under a gazebo in the middle of a wide and beautifully well kept garden, sat a young woman that tried to hide herself from the rest of the world. Despite the fresh smell of lavender and roses, the day looked as gloomy and dark as if the clouds of a large hurricane had come to rest over London. In her hands was a folded piece of paper that had not even a paragraph written on it. She kept looking at the slip of paper, almost like she was expecting the words written on it to change or explain something more to her. But despite how long she saw there, the world and life continued on as the words remained the same.

"Kimberly?" a very familiar voice asked her, barley gaining her attention. "Kimberly?"

"Morning, Monique." Kimberly said as she looked up for a brief moment.

Monique blinked seeing herself here, "Well at least we are still BFF's."

Kim smiled glad for this as well.

"Morning? It's almost time for lunch. You've been sitting out here since the sun rose." Monique said as she took a seat beside her best friend and noticed the sad look on the young redhead's face. "Are you still down in the mouth about that letter?" she asked her.

"It just makes me – worried." Kimberly said as she looked at the young black woman. "It isn't like Ron at all."

"Kimberly, you know Ronald prides himself on not being normal."

Ron smiled even as his friends gave small laughs knowing this was true.

"But this is different. He almost rambles on and on in each letter he sends me. But this one is so – so cold. If it weren't for his handwriting, I'd swear that someone else wrote this." Kimberly said as she showed the letter to Monique.

"Let's see, 'Dearest Kimberly, all is well here. The Countess has asked me to stay a month and help her prepare for her arrival to London. All my love, Ronald.' It is rather strange, even for him." Monique said.

"But look how it starts. He always writes KP, not Kimberly. And I haven't received a letter from him since. Monique, I'm so afraid." Kimberly said as her eyes looked like they were beginning to fill with tears.

"Maybe he's just busy. He has more responsibility now that he's been promoted. And if he is helping this Countess for a trip to London, then that's going to take them a while." Monique said.

"What do you mean?" Kimberly asked her.

"Remember when he tried to help that retired actor when you were younger?" she asked her friend. In their youth, Ronald had decided to help a retired stage actor come out of seclusion. It took some time and effort, but Ron had succeeded. Mainly, the actor went along with Ronald just so he could finally be rid of him. Now he was once again at the height of his acting career.

Kim blinked hearing this, "Didn't you do something like that for the man that played the Fearless Ferret?" Monique asked. "You ended up being the Fearless Ferret for a short while."

Felix look at his new friend amazed, "Wait, so you must be the reason they made the whole 'Fearless Ferret Beyond' series."

"The what?" Zita asked.

"The Fearless Ferret Beyond is a series of after the first Fearless Ferret got too old and 'retired'. They had some new guy discover the secret and the old ferret trained and helped the new on with new villains. They even did a small movie where one of his greatest enemies came back to life."

Ron nodded with a smile, "Yeah I am glad they had the original actor play the retired ferret. It was a good final move in his career."

The others looked at him thinking of what he did and Kim smiled thinking of how much the Ron of that world helped a man just like he did in this one.

"Maybe you have a point." Kimberly said, remembering the shouting fits the old actor would give into at Ron's efforts.

"Besides, I know one thing that would cheer you up. My father is throwing another one of his banquets tonight to try and win over some of London's snobs into investing in another one of his projects." Monique said.

"I don't know, Monique. I don't really feel like dressing up." Kimberly said.

"And let the dress I designed for you go to waste?"

"Oh no," Monique stated very seriously. "No girl friend of my, this world or the next, is going to waste a perfectly good dress that I designed for her. That's a CAF."

The others looked confused before Kim translated "Crime against fashion."

"Sorry, Monique." Kimberly said as she looked at the letter one more time. Monique let a small sigh escape her lips as she looked at her friend.

"I really do envy you, Kimberly." She said, causing the redhead to look up at her.

"Envy me? Why?" she asked.

"Because of you and Ronald. It must be nice having the love of your life in front of you." Monique said.

"It took me quite a while to figure out that Ronald was the one I loved. Besides that, you have three men fighting over you." Kimberly said.

"Say what!?" Monique cried out.

"It isn't as exciting as it sounds, Kimberly. It's more like a headache." Monique said with a bitter laugh as she rubbed her right temple.

"I've been wondering. Who are your suitors?"

"There's your old friend, Dr. Load."

Monique frowned slightly recalling the valentine incident. Wade blushed and was glad no one mention anything. Ron was about to talk but Kim elbowed him to keep quite.

"Wade still has feelings for you?" Kimberly asked.

"Apparently so." Monique said as Kim's grin began to grow wider.

"You do know he's been put in charge of Carfax Asylum. Not to mention his theories and inventions are highly noted."

"I'm aware of that. But to me, Wade will always be the cute little boy that would follow us everywhere." Monique said with a tender smile. "The next man after my heart is an American from Texas. His name is Brick Flagg."

"A Texan?" Kimberly asked, hearing of some of the rumors and stories from different parts of London society.

"Fitting," Bonnie muttered bitterly recalling how Brick dumped her.

"Tall, strong, handsome, and the ability to be blunt and charming at the same time." Monique said. "My final would-be Prince Charming is Dustin Vaughn."

"You mean the banker?"

"And aspiring writer. You should see the look on his face when Brick calls him Dusty." Monique said with a chuckle. "But it's also a curse. They're all so charming, and I know all of them would have more than enough to provide for me. But I – I don't know which one to choose. It sometimes feels like I'm butter being spread across too much toast." Monique said.

"I wish I could help, Monique. The only advice I can give is just listen to your heart. It would most likely be a better guide than me or anyone else." Kim said as she gave her friend a tight hug. "And I'll go to the party with you tonight." Kimberly said.

"Good. That way, you can meet them all tonight and I won't have to put up with them alone." She said.

"Why do I have a feeling you set me up?"

"What are friends for?" Monique asked with a broad smile as she stood up and made her way back inside.

"Nice Monique," Kim said jokily.

"YKI," Mo replied with a grin. (You know it)

Yori looked from one girl to another confused, 'American humor is so strange'

"Ron, please be all right." Kimberly whispered to herself as she did the same.

The image broke apart and a new building formed.

Carfax Asylum

A house of horrors, a safe haven for the mentally ill, or the final nail in a dying career in medicine. There were many names for an asylum. There were also many names for the inmates that were locked within its cage like cells, and the people that worked there and had to care for those who had slipped from sanity's grasp. Inside the asylum, the sounds of insane laughter or uncontrollable sobbing seemed to echo from every wall within the massive structure. In other areas, blood curdling screams almost never ended as various patients were receiving their "treatments" for their conditions. But some of these so-called methods looked more like they had been created by those responsible by the Spanish Inquisition rather than doctors that took an oath to help others. Among the gathered masses of madness, one young and somewhat portly young fellow made his way into a secured office that was also a small flat when work lasted longer than planned. As soon as the door was locked, he placed his hat and coat on a nearby coat rack and addressed the older redheaded woman that was reading through several files.

"Morning, Dr. Possible." He said with a rather cheerful disposition as he sat at his desk.

"How many times have I asked you to call me Anne?" she asked him, briefly looking up from the files in front of her.

"So mom works here," Kim muttered wondering how she manage it as she recalled woman in that time period did not have high careers.

"I try to keep work separate from everything else. Anything of interest?" he asked as he noticed the file she was reading.

"Nothing much. A former patient by the name of Lawrence Talbot may be returning soon. He's suspected in several killings near Blackmoore. And the new arrival has been rather quiet."

"You mean Drew Lipski?" Wade asked her,

Drakken frowned hearing his counterpart here. He did not like what happen to him nor his fate in the end.

"The same. He's actually been behaving himself for the past week and a half. He's even been carrying on intelligent conversations with a few of the orderlies." Anne said.

"I don't know if this is a good sign, or a bad one." Wade said as he removed his suit jacket and began to put on his white doctor's coat.

"You think he's faking?" Anne asked him.

"It wouldn't be the first time a patient has tried such a stunt. Or this maybe the calm before the storm." Wade said as he finished putting on his coat. "Maybe a small interview is in order." Wade said.

"You're still hoping to solve the riddle of his mind?" Anne said as she grasped clean paper to take notes with as well as a small pen and a small ink bottle.

"Think about it, Anne. If I can solve Lipski's lunacy, then it might lead to a cure for several patients here. Our names would be legends in the fields of medical science." Wade said as they began walking down the corridors of the asylum.

Kim and Ron figured that is Shego knew of this part, seeing as she has yet to have 'woken up', she would have commented that Drakken's lunacy could never be cured. Rufus laughed at the thought of someone making Drakken 'sane'.

"And Miss Monique might give her hand."

"Oh, be quiet!" Wade said as they made their way to Lipski's cell. "What was he like before he came here?"

"He was a very respectable person. He was a solicitor in a law firm, widely admired by his fellow workers and clients. Well favored in several gentlemen's clubs. This man was a very highly respected member of high society."

"When did he start showing signs of a mental breakdown?" Wade asked.

"It was a business trip to Transylvania. He was working for a foreign client and had to travel in order to do business. He had apparently stayed there for several weeks before returning to England. When he did return, he was arrested."

"Does it say why?"

"I have a copy of the police report in his file. Several passengers on the train that was returning to London complained of him eating various insects he would find on the train. He also tried to eat the small dog of one of the passengers, and attacked her when she tried to stop him."

"My word." Wade said, shocked to hear such a sudden breakdown. "Did he kill the passenger?"

"No, but he did injure her. According to the police report, he bit her in the neck. He caused a severe flesh wound, but witness' and the attending physician claimed that it looked like he had been trying to tear her throat out." Anne said.

"He acting like a vampire," Tara muttered, "did Shego change him into one?"

Drakken shook his head, "No she didn't. She drank some of his blood and gave a little of hers. From what this tells us my counterpart temporally had the feel of one, making me insane."

Bonnie snorted at this, 'Like you are ever sane.'

"What a charming, gentleman." Wade said sarcastically.

It wasn't long before the two of them finally came to steel door with a small opening in the top, covered by a sliding flap in the top half of it while a small door at the bottom of it. Wade pulled the small flap aside and peered into the cell at its occupant. Inside the cell, Drew Lipski sat on his bed with a pair of reading glasses resting on the bridge of his nose while he read a newspaper and held a plate filled with what looked to be strange food.

"Has he already been fed?" Wade asked the orderly that was nearby.

"Not yet, sir."

"Then where did the plate come from?" Anne asked.

"He must have hidden it after we retrieved his tray." The man said.

"Where did he get those glasses? No patients here are supposed to have anything that they can use to harm themselves with." Wade said.

"They're mine, sir. He kept complaining about not being able to read the print. He's been behaving so much, I didn't see the harm in it." The man said.

"And you also provided the newspaper?" Wade asked, and saw the man sheepishly nod his head yes. "Have you gone to a University, sir? Have you studied the ways of medicine, for over four years, and studied the theories of Freud and other like him? Do you have a degree in this field we don't know about?" Wade asked the slightly husky man in front of him.

"N-no, sir."

"Then from now on, my colleague here or myself shall be making the decisions of what this patient is to have, and what they aren't. And if you ever go over my head about this patient's treatment again, I'll have you tossed out on to the streets so fast that you won't even have time to figure out your arse from a hole in the ground! Do I make myself clear?" Wade demanded.

"Y-yes, sir." The orderly said.

"Good. Now open the door." Wade demanded.

"Harsh man," Ron muttered to Wade.

"Umm, meanie," Rufus added.

[Sorry but I sorta seeing his point,] Wade said trying to defend his other part. [He is the doctor there and the glasses can be used to hurt himself or others. But I hope he doesn't live up to his treat.]

After fumbling with the keys for a moment or two, the orderly quickly had the cell door unlocked and opened it as the old iron hinges protested as they turned. As Wade and Anne entered the cell, Lipski looked up from his paper with a small smile as he stood to his feet and gave a quick nod to the duo.

"A pleasure as always, Dr. Load and Miss Possible." Lipski said.

"Morning, Mr. Lipski." Wade said to him.

"Would either you like a quick snack? These are quite filling." Lipski said as he handed the plate to Wade and Anne. Both were repulsed at the plate's content's as they saw it was filled with crawling roaches, centipedes, ants, and various other insects.

The group gasped and gagged seeing the 'food'.

"I mean no offence when I say this, Mr. Lipski. But your dietary choice is absolutely disgusting." Wade said as he pushed the plate away.

"I assure you, they are quite nutritious. More so than the what some of these people here choose to eat." Lipski said as he sat back down on his cot and resumed reading his paper.

"I understand that you've been rather quiet lately." Wade said as Anne removed the pen and ink-bottle, and began to take notes.

"You mean not acting like a mad ape like so many others?" Drew asked Wade.

"That's one way of putting it."

"That's simple, my dear lovesick doctor. I'm waiting for someone." Lipski said calmly.

"Whom might that be?" Anne asked him.

"My Master."

"What?" Wade asked him.

"My Master. I have made sure everything is ready, and I await for my rewards." Drew said as he plucked a grasshopper from his plate and ate it like it was a piece of candy.

More gags before Bonnie muttered, "I hope Shego or whoever she is leaves him to rot."

Drakken frowned at her but figured being left was better then what the man would get.

"Why do you eat those?" Wade asked him.

"They are part of my reward. The blood is the life, and it flows into me. My salvation depends on it." Drew said.

"Salvation?" Wade asked himself as he and Anne looked at each other, both perplexed by what Drew was telling them.

"You don't the greater picture. My Master has promised something great for me, something grand. The Master has promised to give me everlasting life." Drew said with a look of pure bliss on his face while his features began to look more sadistic. More primal in certain ways as he grabbed a handful of bugs and stuffed them in his mouth, licking his lips in case he had missed anything.

Wade quickly nodded his head, signaling for Anne to leave the cell as quickly as she possibly could. As Anne backed away, Wade kept his eyes on Drew. "That's very interesting, Lipski. We'll have to – have another chat sometime." Wade said as he backed out of the cell, and signaled the orderly to close it as soon as he was out. "Keep that door locked and Lipski under constant observation." Wade said as he and Anne began to walk back toward his office. He had dealt with various forms of madness ever since he came to work at the Asylum. People who believed they were somewhere else, other who had committed the most gruesome of murders because they thought they were killings monsters, but this one man terrified Dr. Load. He didn't know if it was because the man was so calm when he explained of his delusions, or if it was the way his face seemed to change into that of a smiling vicious animal. It almost reminded Dr. Load of a hyena he had once seen at the London Zoo.

Drakken pouted, 'I don't look like a hyena…do I?'

"So do you have any theories yet?" Anne asked him.

"Nothing sound. Whatever caused this severe mental breakdown obviously happened while he was in Transylvania."

"Agreed. But what could he have seen to cause such dementia?" Anne asked him.

"I'm almost scared to ask that myself." Wade said as he rubbed the bridge of his nose.

"Don't obsess over it. If you do, you might be the next patient here."

"Very funny, Anne. I've been meaning to ask, are you coming to Monique's party tonight? I'm sure your daughter will be there." Wade said.

"Not tonight, I'm afraid. I'll be finishing a few notes and some paperwork here, tonight. And with Kimberly worried about Ronald, I think the last thing she needs is a doting mother hovering around her." Anne said to him.

"Then I'll send her your regards. But if anything happens here, send for me at once." Wade said to her.

"Understood." Was all Anne said as she folded her notes and placed them in a pocket that was separate from the one that contained the bottle of ink.

"Anyone else have a feeling something bad is about to happen?" Ron asked getting several hands came up, "Okay so it's not just me then."

Inside his cell, Lipski continued to read the paper as he ate what was left of his small and crawling meal. As he began to turn the page once more, he stopped briefly. He looked up for a brief moment and sniffed a few times. It was as if he discovered a strange odor in his cell. He sniffed the plate briefly before raising one arm and smelling himself. He lowered his head and sniffed the paper with a deep inhale, but was unable to find the source of the odor. As he sat up, he took in one more deep breath and opened his eyes wide. Like a blood hound that was hot on the trail of a fresh scent, his nose began sniffing and snorting like mad as he followed it to his barred window and pressed his face in between the bars. As soon as his head was wedged in between the small polls of iron, he closed his eyes and began to deeply breathe in the fresh air and gusts of wind that blew by the cell window. After taking one more deep breath, he opened his eyes and began to smile broadly as he giggled like a little child on Christmas morning.

"Master." Was all he whispered before he began to laugh too maniacally to himself.

"She's here," Monique muttered slowly almost like a part of a scary movie. The screen broke apart and reformed into the inside of a large manor where a party was in full swing.

The moon hung high in the evening sky as the cool air flowed through out the land on the wings of the light breeze and the strong winds. At the large manor where Monique resided, bright lanterns illuminated the walkway to the large doors so the guests would not lose their step. Inside the massive home, the smell of brandy and fine cut cigars were heavy in the air and over powered the smell of all the finely prepared food that had been set out on two long and large tables. While everyone in their gown of fine imported cloth and stiff and starched business suits talked about being masters of the universe, Kimberly and Monique stood in a small corner that was clear of all the smugness of their guests.

"Please Kim would stick out in a place like that like a sore thumb," Bonnie said with her arms crossed.

"At least I would not be some snobby kiss ass," Kim added back before the two glared at one another.

"You look like you're bored out of your mind." Monique said as she sipped on a glass filled with a small amount of wine.

"I know you grew up in this type of atmosphere, but I can't really stand being in the room with so many snobs." Kimberly said to her.

"Neither can I. Why do you think I'm standing over here with you? If I hear anyone else talk anymore about themselves or how much money they have, I'm going to scream." Monique said as she frowned at the bitter taste of her wine. "I really don't see what people like about wine either." She said as she set her glass on the table.

"They probably drink it so they can get drunk." Kimberly said, causing both to giggle slightly. "Aren't your three gentlemen in waiting supposed to be here?" Kimberly asked.

"They're supposed to be, but I don't see,"

"Mr. Brick Flagg, esquire." The butler near the door announced.

"Speak of the devil." Monique said as they turned to face the main foyer.

Monique laughed, "Well he knows how to entertain at least,"

Bonnie glared at her remembering how much Brick got along with Monique at prom. She looked at Brick as he came into view and had to admit he looked good.

Kim's gaze widened slightly as she saw the tall young man enter with a large brimmed brown hat on his head. She assumed it was what the Americans referred to as a cowboy hat since it looked like Mr. Flag would certainly fit the criteria of what was known as a cowboy. He was a strapping young man, with what looked to be a fifty-seven inch chest. His dirty blonde hair reach to just down below his ears while a thick mustache sat on his upper lip and a partial goatee covered his chin. He wore a brown suit with a long, large coat covering his mammoth frame. As soon as the coat was removed, around his waist was a leather belt that held several bullets and a holstered two six shooter pistols on both his left and right side.

"Where is he from, again?" Kimberly asked.

"From Texas. He claims everything is bigger there, if you get my meaning." Monique said with a sly grin as Kimberly gasped at what she meant.

Yori, Tara, Ron and Drakken looked confused while Kim gasped, "Monique!"

"Hey it wasn't me," Monique replied but she still laughed slightly at her counterpart's joke.

"You are so wickedly indecent!" Kimberly said, pretending to be offended.

"Mr. Dustin Vaughn!" the servant proclaimed as another guest arrived. He was tall, but not nearly as tall as Mr. Flag. His brown hair was slicked and combed back as a neatly trimmed pencil thin mustache decorated his face.

"That's the other suitor?" Kimberly asked.

"It is. He treats me like I'm the Queen of England." Monique said as they both saw Monique and began to make their way toward her. "Excuse me for a minute, Kimberly." Monique said as she went to entertain her two special guests.

As Monique talked with her admirers, Kimberly decided to refresh her drink. She couldn't help but feel slightly jealous of her friend as she watched the two men fawn over her. She loved Ronald with all her heart and hoped to see him again very soon. But to have more than one gentleman trying their best to win your heart and affection, to prove his heart to you; she couldn't help but sigh a little bit and be somewhat envious.

Kim stiffen before she glanced at Ron, "Ron I…" but Ron held a hand up.

Kim was relieve to see that he was smiling as he looked at her, "I get it KP, the other you just wants to feel special. Having two guys all but fight over you just shows that you are worth it to them. And if it ever comes down to it I would do the same." Kim smiled as Ron added, "Plus how can I be mad when every guy dreams of two girls wanting to date him. I was like that before we dated."

Rufus shook his head as he rolled his eyes as his buddy's last words.

Such things she had only heard about and read in various novels of fantasy and chivalry. As she refilled her glass and glanced at the large table's offering of various foods and snacks, she was surprised to see her friend Dr. Wade Load drinking a rather generous amount of wine as he focused his gaze at something in the room.

"Wade, when did you get here?" she asked him, delighted to see another friendly face.

"Not too long ago. Your mother sends her regards." He said as he gave a slight polite bow to his friend.

"Still making my mother slave away with work at the asylum?" Kimberly asked.

"Sometimes, I think she enjoys working there more than I do." Wade said as he returned his gaze again.

"How is the asylum, out of curiosity?" Kimberly asked.

"It's like the food on the table. Too many nuts." Wade said rather sternly, his attention still focused elsewhere. Already knowing what he was most likely glaring at, she turned and saw that he kept his sight set on Monique as she flirted with the Texan and Mr. Vaughn. Her heart went out to her young friend as she imagined the heart break he must be feeling.

Wade blushed but kept quiet. Monique sighed softly knowing the younger boy must still have a crush but knew it was not meant to be.

"I'm sorry, Wade. I know you care for her." Kimberly said, hoping to find some words of comfort for him.

"As the old saying goes, you live and you learn. I just thought that she might at least glance my way now that I'm a doctor." Wade said.

"Wade, you didn't do all that just to impress Monique. Did you?" Kimberly asked him.

"Of course not. But I thought that if I finally became a member of her class, then maybe she would at least take notice of me." Wade said glumly as he finished his drink.

"Don't worry, Wade. I'm sure there's someone out there for you." Kimberly said, trying to comfort him.

"Until then, at least I can ease my suffering by plunging myself into work." Wade said.

Before Kimberly could say anything else, the subtle and faint sounds of thunder began to softly rattle the house, causing a few to look outside the windows and to the cliff side view of the water outside. Kimberly, Monique, as well as her suitors, quickly made their way to the window and gazed outward. Even though it was far away, they still knew by just the sight of it alone was the fact that a massive storm was heading their way from the ocean and it would be on top of them soon. The thunder could already be clearly heard as they saw sparks of lightning flash in the distance.

"That's a big storm," Zita said looking at the storm on the screen.

"She's getting closer," Drakken moaned aloud.

"Would you look at that?" Monique said in awe.

"I haven't seen a storm that big since a blue northern blew through Huntsville." Brick said.

"What's a blue northern?" Mr. Vaughn asked.

"It's one of the mother of all storms that you sure as hell don't want to see while you're outside." Brick said as one of the servants entered the room and quickly walked to Wade, carrying a slip of paper in his hands.

"Dr. Load?"

"Yes?" Wade asked as he turned to face the servant.

"A messenger brought this for you. He said it was quite urgent."

Wade quickly took the piece of paper and dismissed the servant as he opened the message and began to read it. As he read, his eyes began to slightly widen in shock as he gripped the paper tighter.

"Wade, are you all right?" Monique asked as she noticed the apparent shock in his features.

"I have to leave. There's trouble at the asylum that I must attend to." Wade said quickly as he began to turn and leave.

"Is it something serious?" Kimberly asked him.

"I hope not. Excuse me." Wade said as he grabbed his hat and his coat before finally leaving.

[That can't be good] Wade said.

"No kidding," Kim added.

(End of part one)

Alright like I said before with the chapters getting so long with my added details I have split this chapter into two. But I will be working on the next part soon.

I also have a new poll up. This is for what story we should do when we are done with DRAKIGO. The choices are in the poll and wish for all readers to leave your choices there.