With a mind like rippling water and shattered mirror-glass, it was hard to think. Sometimes a thought could take form and remain clear, but mostly they were distorted echoes. And, rarely but still happening, several thoughts could stay clear. In times like that, Francis would remember who he was and what had happened to him. He would try to fish ( Read more... )

One of the interesting - and at times annoying - things about Francis Miller was that you never knew what time he would wake up. Sometimes he would be hard-pressed to get up before lunch, and at other days he'd be up at the crack of dawn ( Read more... )

Ford didn't know about it, but last time Francis had managed to sneak out he'd gotten his hand on an extra PINpoint. He'd just forgotten about it ( Read more... )

Buttons are fun to push, but one shouldn't just randomly push buttons onless you know what they do. But, one; Ford made the mistake of letting his PINpoint laying around while taking a shower, and two; Francis never thinks ahead. For him it was merely a cool-looking thing with buttons to push ( Read more... )

In a section of the seemingly infinite Nexus that was fairly void of people, a so far nameless little man kept pacing back and forth. He was short and scrawny, had dark rings around his eyes and unruly, dirty hair sticking up at odd angles. He wore what could once have been a neat dark grey suit but was now torn and frayed and dirty, much like the ( Read more... )