Hem didn’t exactly know where his life was goin’ this days. One minute he thought one thing and another minute well maybe he still thought it but it had some new sorta tinge or sheen or shine or angle o’ some sort, that’s the best way he could explain it.

On their way down into the Whatever Canyon Hem found hisself reflectin’ on that evening the other evening with Melley whom he spent the evening with that evening. Following his SECRET RENDEZVOUS with Glen in the cellar of the Ragged Maiden, Hem had shot hisself right on over to Melley’s home. Now I do believe you’ll recall that Hem had done some secret dealings with Glen involving the Wayward Spirits.

Good okay so this scene’s about that. Just a short little scene saying little, implying much. For that is the art of writing.

“Is that it?” Melley had asked, eyes on fire and reflecting the orange glow of the Wayward Spirit still trapped within its confines. They were in Melley’s room, warm and comfortable while the Autumn Storms raged outside.

“I think so.” Hem was just as curious. He was eager to discover the wondrous properties of these Spirits. The stories were vast and numerous.

“How do we do it?”

“I can’t remember,” Hem answered, striving to recall what scene his meeting with Glen was in so he could reference it quickly and see if there were any instructions in there. Okay so there wasn’t much in that scene, havin’ checked #43 for any details.

“I think we just snap it and break it and breathe it in,” Hem continued, remembering what Glen did. He grasped the Spirit’s lithe body and broke it like a twig. Upon the immediate moment an orange mist gushed forth from the shattered body of the Spirit. Hem and Melley breathed deep.

“Whoa,” Melley uttered in a relaxed state of wonder.

Hem was already feelin’ the effects of whatever was goin’ on in his head. This was a Wayward Spirit? Seemed so. He looked at Melley seated across from him, just a scant few meeps away. She was radiant in the orange glow, almost as though lightning was cracklin’ about her form like a goddess of the sky.

“Stars, moons, cosmos, it’s you.”

“Aye.” Hem was losin’ hisself in the heat of the thing, the wildness of the situation and wonderin’ how many blue-white oceans he would need to cross to get back home.