As I said before, searching through someones bag can tell you alot about that person, same with their glove compartment, and same with their rooms. You can tell what type of person they are, whether they are a business man, an artsy type person, a shot out nerd, or anything else you can think of. Their humor, the interests, their loves, obsessions. Passions, desires, secrets. But it's always never enough. Not enough to get a grasp on the complete person. The final step to completly knowing a person, is by meeting them, and talking to them. This is what Ash was intending I think. If not. She was just as confusing as everything else.

She sat down at his desk, "He should be back in a matter of moments."

"Should...we be in here?" I asked looking at a picture on the wall moving slowly.

Murt danced around the room, "God this place hasn't changed at all." He burrowed into a pile of pillows and stuck his ears out, then the rest of his head and grinned laughing to himself.

I looked around as something caught my eye. A glass sphere that was in a case against the wall behind his desk. I seemed to lose all senses, I didn't know I was walking towards it, just that it seemed to be getting closer. My mouth opened slowly and it seemed to get lighter and lighter till it was almost completly white. Her voice mumbled in the back of my head as if she was covered in 20 miles of fog. Echoing through my head it started to hurt.

"The one has arrived..." A voice whispered sharply in my ear.

"Willis?" a voice murmured in the back of my head.

A face appeared scaring me back into reality as my eyes shot open and everything blew away. The pile of pillows Murt was sitting on flew up and were thrown against the wall. Papers flying everywhere, everything messing up. I fell to floor and felt around with my hand. Ash had backed against the wall in shock and Murt's eyes were wide in terror.

"...It was here." someone said from the door.

I drifted...didn't know exactly what was going on. Someone rushed over and picked me up then layed me on a couch of some sorts. I moaned not knowing who was helping me trying to speak, no words coming out.

Ash slid down the wall and Murt fell from a table he had landed on.

"What did you see?" The person asked me.

I groaned...mumbled...moaned some more and a face shot across my mind. My eyes shot open once more, "Him...everything...them...he...people...white...black...deep black eyes. Blood red pupils...red...peircing through the white..the..t-t-the black." The person above me now became clear. He had long blackish blue hair and sharp green eyes. He wore a dark gray cloak with a glowing blue gem tube on a necklace dangling from around his neck.

He sighed and sat back on the table. He picked up Murt and set him on a cushion. He stood up and went over to asist Ash. He kneeled down next to her and pushed the hair away from her face, "and you?"

She flinched.

"What did you see?" he asked.

Her eyes pulsed as they seemed to begin to glow a bright green. Her head tilted up and then rolled over to look at this person in the room. She mumbled, "Toro..." She closed her eyes and then winced in pain as she was forced to open them again gasping for breath, "I saw...them coming..."

"For?"

"Someone...someone in the building...somewhere...not known much about." He put her hair back behind her ear and picked her up then set her down on another couch in the room.

I stared at the ceiling...bewildered. This...face plastured in my mind...dug in and forever imprinted. "You are Toro?"

"I am." he sighed fetching a piture of water and a few glasses.

"What...who...are you?"

Ash blinked and stared at the wall that slanted over her. "He is Toro...that's enough to be said."

"What do you do?" I asked again looking at him.

He looked at me and handed me a glass of water forcing it up to my mouth.

"Explain." He replied

"Explain what?" I asked still confused.

"...Things."