Ron Caliburn wrote:

KonThaak wrote:I dunno... No matter how one of us may reach her, she always treats the next one the same.

Remember all the stuff he did to my mind.


Heck I still have chunks of time missing.

Have you tried hypnosis to retreive the lost memories?

I was going to, but never got the chance. Not sure if I still could, now...

Ethan Skinner wrote:

Ron Caliburn wrote:

KonThaak wrote:I dunno... No matter how one of us may reach her, she always treats the next one the same.

Remember all the stuff he did to my mind.


Heck I still have chunks of time missing.

Have you tried hypnosis to retreive the lost memories?

You want them to return?

KonThaak wrote:I was going to, but never got the chance. Not sure if I still could, now...

Why wouldn't you be able to hypnotize? Was it related to your other abilities?

Though you'd need Calburn's cooperation.

What do you think, Cal? Once you get your daughter back, fancy a go at getting your memories back?

Ethan Skinner wrote:

KonThaak wrote:I was going to, but never got the chance. Not sure if I still could, now...

Why wouldn't you be able to hypnotize? Was it related to your other abilities?

I think it was... That's why I'm not sure if I could, now.

Brief update: The good news is, I know that time's flowing very differently right there right now, so for right now, there's still hope for everyone who went in. The bad news is, I can't remember what was happening last night... >_< Part of it was that it was very hectic, and another part is that my memories of what happened were kind of hazy... I'm afraid I may not be very useful in retelling the events that're transpiring there right now.

Believe me, if I were trying to tease you, I'd go about it *completely* differently... This situation doesn't merit any level of "teasing".

Ron, I swear to you on my life and on all I hold holy, if I could be there 24/7 right now, fighting on the front lines, I would. Unfortunately, I have a son and future child (a daughter of my own...?), not to mention a wife, who are relying on me very heavily.

As it is, we had a social worker in our house today, wanting to see our domestic situation, and observe Julian at home. Why? Because our pediatrician is concerned over the fact that Julian is behind other children his age in speech and fine motor abilities... We nearly drove ourselves insane this weekend trying to go over our entire house with a fine-tooth-comb, making sure there was absolutely nothing in our house that a social worker could point at and label as an excuse to have him taken away... Granted, that's a worst-case-scenario, but still, we've almost lost him once, we don't want to come this far just to lose him now.

For the curious, the visit went well, and they're in the process of setting up an appointment for a pair of therapists to come visit our home, observe Julian some more with respect to certain concerns, and see what kinds of therapy would be appropriate to bring him up to speed...

Again, I'm sorry, Ron... I'm doing everything I can for everyone I can. Now if you'll excuse me, I'm gonna go get some "sleep" and see what else I can do...

Re: Julian. He got a bump on the head today... Mama kept pulling him out of a basket, he kept trying to climb in. She finally let him, and sure enough, the basket tipped, and he smacked his face. He's fine, no serious injury, and hopefully, it's as good a teacher as the "touch the stove" game, only without the potential of long-term burn scars...

Re: Hannah. I know something happened tonight... I wish I knew what. I really, really do. I know that at some point, we were there, Hannah was there... I know Not Ron was there, too. I know I tried something fancy that I would've never tried if my life was actually on the line...

And now it's about a quarter to six, and I've been awake for 45 minutes, afraid to go back to sleep. I get the very distinct feeling I couldn't've been ejected from the dream at a worse possible time...and I hope to all that's holy that everything went alright, anyway.

You found Hannah? Let me be the first to congratulate you. Is she all right? What happened?

Good that you get the girl.

Please send Kolya home.

concrete_Angel wrote:It sounds like we've got at least a couple things in common. As for your problem, there's a few around your area that might help, but we'd need to cut the welcome wagon a little short.

concrete_Angel wrote:Trust me, Hannah, no apologies necessary for anything. Just realize how many people around here were scared, upset, and just freaking out. Seriously, though, it's great to see you back where you REALLY belong!

You feelin' okay, concrete_Angel?

Trust me, y'all can't know how glad I am to know that Hannah's back in one piece, and seems to be in good condition.

How did everyone else fare? I know I "died" several times throughout the week when I was helping out... Makes me glad I chose not to actually go. Makes me worried about everyone else there, though... I know I saw Natasha, Kolya, Shadow, Angel, several new faces, and WILLIE... (Willie, bud? You reading this? We miss you!) ...and I haven't seen or heard anything from them. (Granted, I'm not *quite* done checking the latest posts...) It could all be they're just catching up on sleep "lost" throughout this adventure, but it'd be nice to know they're all alright.

Again... Hannah, it's awesome to have you back. ^______^ Maybe you can fill me in on how the rescue attempt went down, aside from just "successfully"...

. . . they tried to kill me, but I'm built to last, yo.

I was at Cornelia and Linder when this little girl came up and tugged on my robe, asking, "Make them stop hurting her, mister!"

"Wha- who?"

Pointing, she said, "The lady in the window!"

Following the line of her finger, I could see the reflection of shadowy figures looming over a luminous woman, kneeling in the park behind me. When I turned toward the park, there wasn't anyone there.

Then I made my fourth craziest decision ever, if you don't count the ones in Prague or Egypt. (And I don't, although Lo Fung might disagree.) Turning back to the window to keep the figures in sight, I jogged backwards toward the invisible people in the park. I had almost reached them when I tripped and began to fall. I managed to throw myself into a handspring.

Things got real blurry after that. I dreamed of Hannah, and NotRon, KT and Angel, and others that I had no names for. I don't remember much of it, except for some lion-maned alligator/wolf that was immune to bullets. Sucka bit my leg, and while I was reaching for a shotgun, I woke up in Our Lady of the Resurrection Medical Center.

The nurse said I'd been found lying unconscious in Chopin Park, with numerous cuts and bruises. I was sore all over, but I heal fast, so I'll probably get released later today.

Ethan Skinner wrote:

concrete_Angel wrote:It sounds like we've got at least a couple things in common. As for your problem, there's a few around your area that might help, but we'd need to cut the welcome wagon a little short.

concrete_Angel wrote:Trust me, Hannah, no apologies necessary for anything. Just realize how many people around here were scared, upset, and just freaking out. Seriously, though, it's great to see you back where you REALLY belong!

You feelin' okay, concrete_Angel?

Indeed . . . are you all right, Sue? Did you react well in the Dreamstream? Willie! It’s great to hear from you! Are . . . are you all right?

Why she writes in the unreadable font, like the GhostSpider does?

WILLIE!!! Good to hear from you, man! ^_^ Glad to hear your injuries are relatively minor, too.

When're you coming home? I'd love to pay you another visit at the temple sometime soon. ^_^

Eilonwy Solstice wrote:Are . . . are you all right?

Yeah, I'm straight. A little stiff, gotta work the kinks out now that I'm back home. You hear from anyone else yet, KT?

Tend to doubt they will ever find him Deacon.

Decon Ash-Shaytan said.

Wonderful to hear that. I tend to doubt stuff too.

Yeah I noticed that. Thou I think the reason for your doubts are very differant than the reasons I doubt.

Doubt is a funny thing, guys. The more you do it, the less you really have that you can't doubt anymore. Eventually, everything's in doubt, and nothing's real.

And as for me, I think it's about time I stop hiding things anymore. My throat's still messed up, and my head is God knows where, but at least I've got the chance to tell you so.