1/4/2005

“why is it like this?” he said softly.

“i don’t know.  you tell me?”

“i don’t need your cyclical bullshit…”

“no… seriously.  tell me?  why is it like this?”

he stared at the doc for a few moments, “because…” then turning to face the window a single tear ran down his cheek, “…because, i’m not good enough.”

“how are you not good enough?  your have lots of friends that seem to care for you deeply.  i’ve seen them visit you, they are worried about you.  honestly i am too.  its been 5 months since we released you, and if anything, you’ve regressed from where we left off.  ocean, you need to talk about whatever it is that is bothering you.”

with a deep sign he stood and walked to the window, staring out at the sunlit sky.  the doc’s eyes penetrated his flesh trying, striving to find something of the pain he knew was buried deep inside.  “ocean, please…”

“you wouldn’t believe me even if i told you.”  doc began shaking his head furiously

“since when have i not bel…”

ocean cut him off with a flick of his hand, “shhhh” ocean’s gaze became fixed out the window.  “GET DOWN!”  ocean dove across the room as the window he stood infront of exploded sending glass everywhere.  ocean peeked over the top of the chair that was protecting them from the shards.

with his glasses handing precariously from his nose, doc sat up, “what the hell?”

“you okay?” doc nodded “stay here… its not over yet.” ocean said, standing.  his shimmering blade of fire slid from his hand.  the crackling of the fire and the light it cast about the lit room caused doc’s jaw to drop.

jumping through the window with speed unseen, ocean leapt down to the street where he was eagerly awaited…