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You’ll Enter A Story Like No OTHER!

Q-City

                                                        By: Aliy Menrel

Pvo Aged Books

Intro:  Nasty Dark Thoughts

Chapter 0: Past Thirsty Beyond Belief

Chapter 1: Flags At The Red

Act 1: The Line Not To Cross

Chapter 2: Loose Rope                              

Act 2: Watch, when I get HIM Alone!

Chapter 3: Uh, Huh…Sure!

Chapter 4: Talking To Me Nice

Act 3: Needs To Revenge 

Chapter 5: No Gravity

Chapter 6: Loose Ropes

Act 4: It’s All Of My Business

Chapter 7: Finally Getting Sleep

Act 5: Unspoken Treason 

Chapter 8: Castle Death

Act 6: Demona

Act 7: Lost Facts Of Truth

Chapter 9: Fixing The Mix

Act 8: One To Eight Questions Left

Act 9: Last Move

Chapter 10: L.B.C.P

Outer: Angel Blood

Thank you to everyone who made me RETURN the Internet with RAMPAGE happening…

 This is a story about how to be brave & accept LIFE… the gifts we over look for more

This book is for all the days I didn’t sleep, so all my thoughts can hit paper again

Locked in a room alone with nothing but TIME to bring you with me

Nothing is like this Adventure…

- A. Menrel

This story from all of me, to YOU. 

 Intro: Nasty Dark Thoughts

 In the beginning of the war the disease had transformed the world into a dangerous place. Isolation seemed, as it was the only result for safety. 

 Everything was treason but still simple in the mixed of lies and feelings we all wanted, that money couldn’t buy anymore. 

 After we decide to separate our self from any race or religion, we didn’t want to see anymore death from the result of killing for superiority within cultures left to the United States. 

 The singularly enslaving of a culture did not work anymore, so the government removed the 13th amendment, turning citizens over as state property in America.

Before world war 4, the wipeout act commenced, leaving everyone in the world to perpetuate with the myth of love and compassion. Most went underground and fled to the cold haven.

After the spike of death decreased, other cultures blended again, growing stronger together out from separation.

Still weakened by thoughts of distrust, due to the reinstating of chattel slavery in parts of the world once called America.

All to make up for the fiscal deficits experienced from a war filled with anger and shame.

But one day something changed all that?       

The most common way people give up their power is by thinking they don't have any.

 -Alice Walker

Chapter 0: Past Thirsty Beyond Belief

Words are forever, far from the mind of just the truth. We see abstract visions of a woman's footprints left deep across the brain like the only memory in the mind left. 

Micheal opens his eyes quickly, unable to sleep, Closing in on Micheal’s face (a scar is on the left side of his forehead). Sweat escaping like rain into his mattress out his cloudy grey shirt. Micheal holding all his thoughts in place of it being just a dream, Micheal looked at something off his full view, up on his left that held his alarm clock, going off to the time becoming 1pm.

(Sitting up from out the melted dead snowman print, removing himself from deep thought of the mystery women in his dream wearing all white)

Micheal placed his ass at the edge of the bed while his eyes fell into focus after every blink, waiting in the darkness for a response from the body to move again... He just sits there listening to the static coming in from the apple AirPods 5 underneath the creme grass night lamp.  

After a moment Micheal reaches for his earpieces and puts them both in his ear, Letting in the morning Los Angeles daily radio broadcast waking him up completely. 

Broadcast : Alright, we got another day here in sunny Los Angeles, California…

(Micheal stood up from off the edge of the bed, heading into the bathroom, for his morning routine with the broadcast still playing in his ears from the AirPods.)

Broadcast : Let’s take a look at our seven day forecast, we’re seeing lots of sunshine all week long, Temperatures in the mid to upper 70’s and don’t forget, it's taco Tuesday! 

So get your blow, hoes, and indo for the secret behind a free virtuous life and what do we measure as honorable before it became lost in all that we forgot to treat with love?

All coming up next when we get back, so don’t you change that dial…

Oh, ladies and gentlemen, it's hot, hot, hot like LeBron in the fourth quarter and its caliente outside. (Like this next song…Micheal taps the AirPods to put on mute)

Micheal finished brushing his teeth with a Bentonite clay mixture of coconut oil, clove essential oil and baking soda. Before mouth washing with enough peroxide to gargle up all the forgotten hard to reach places with a toothbrush, while releasing the unwanted down the drain. Spraying around the sink with the bottle of bleach that sat near everything Michael needed before running out, as he removes the leftover DNA mixed with clumps of black spit clay in the sink.

(Micheal looking in the mirror with a reflective glow of the teeth, that was just a smile that would forever be ignored by the billionaires who lived in the kingdom of heaven. Micheal locked it up in his pain that couldnt be expressed without broken steel, at that moment remembering the reason he still exists with all that was happening in Hollywood.)

Micheal walks to the bathroom closet, opening the door to find his vault that was unlocked with Tinashe’s birthday. Micheal grabs his phone and wallet, leaving his pistol and the useless documents that had no power to what could fix the problem he was facing since Tinashe vanished without a trace.

 (It didn’t matter that days were becoming shorter to the months ending faster, with all Micheal’s wishes that he carried with himself after high school being just a silly thought now. L.A yet again had just become another whole year to all that wasn’t accomplished in the changes beforehand.)

 Micheal was in the last year of the house lease before it could be renewed, Micheal was unclear on where all the time went with all the memories left inside the house. There was enough love in the walls that made it uneasy to walkout and just leave.

Micheal wasn't focused on the news & blogs over the rest that was more important than him being sure of where he wanted to go with his family after taking time to breathe. 

Micheal walked out of the bathroom with the lingering scent of “YOU” by Amani beauty surrounding him, with his eyes catching a glimpse of him happy in a photo hanging on the wall, when on the next iron chef, that sat next to the photo of him and Karen Bass. 

Micheal faced the outfit hanging on the front of the wardrobe to Narnia, Despite the shower from yesterday, he wasn't feeling excited to be handsome for the celebration of death. 

 After completely clothed and ready for the Tuesday church service, he was on his way towards the door. Micheal suddenly stops, before getting to the front door.

In his Gucci shoes, he stops at the entrance of the hall leading to a door. Micheal slides on a pair of Ray-Bans while looking at the METAL door down the hall. This secret held on top of him not knowing where his daughter was in addition to what was behind the door, he began to touch the scar on the lower left side of his forehead.

Michael happened to be feeling tall by more than half his actual foot size. He was muscular like a fit dad in L.A, To whom many would hardly ever see smile or break his character along the lines of all the secrets that hid behind his smile that outshined his bald head and all the gold Micheal wore. Fixing the ray-ban’s on his face without ever removing them off his face at all, Micheal continues to the front door wondering if it was time, grabbing his keys off the hook before closing and locking it behind himself.

Micheal walking towards the elevator and he was past thirsty beyond belief!

Micheal: A cup of coffee with whiskey before the service starts will do, but will i have time? ( he thought to himself looking down at his watch that said 3pm.)

Micheal could hear the seagulls behind him as he shut the door, while huffing and puffing over the lost of time that he couldn’t get back.

Chapter 1 : Flags At The Red

- Broadcast :Don’t forget to grab an umbrella, It’s HOT, HOT, HOT, HOT, HOT!(tapping it off)

Beautiful and annoying the seagulls conversations flooded the air, coving the yard, car and house by Micheals sight after moving through the doors of the quiet home, where a light breeze blows through the windows of sheer blue curtains, Micheal turns ever-so-slowly with the door being locked behind him, before charging down the steps toward the car.

Micheal takes a moment to feel the wind before leaving his heaven, removing all his happiness and enjoyment before unlocking the car door automatically!

Micheal took himself completely into a daydream of himself standing on the beach, pretending to be asleep as the waves behind him roared into the red, blue and white of morning. (That was something before reopening his eyes) 

 Micheal dives into the whip of his shiny Butterfly Mustang, causing many of the seagulls to flee back into the sky above the nearby cliff that belonged to the sea behind the house.  Once in the car Micheal checked his rear view, snapped his seat bell and inserted the key. Abruptly turning the key and hitting the gas, pulling out the driveway slowly into a small circle.

 Micheal hits the brake before pushing gas again to move forward, the car SCREAMS around in a tight circle that places him on the road after.

Micheal's car pushes wildly weaves from lane to lane across the road like a bullet, Micheal pushing already up to 70 MPH, racing through a yellow light at the corner.  As the next light turns red, the metal door back at the family house slides OPEN.

At the light, Micheal reads the time off the car stereo before taping his AirPods back to resuming wherever the broadcast was currently at, looking over his shoulder out his tinted window of his growling Mustang headed up a freeway ramp. 

Micheal taps his AirPods at the ears, before falling into the incoming voice left on paused broadcast filtering up to the moment of the current topic? (Micheal looks left before merging onto 10 freeway)

Micheal HITS 75 mph straight. Then 80. (Comes up to an intersection) Eases off. Makes a hard right at the last second into - creating dust from the hot wheels tearing up, straight down into light traffic off the rampage freeway.

Broadcast (Continued): I have flaws like the next and like meaning when you young the complete thought of perfection was what we all want to round it all up being. I think now that I am older I see that I messed up a lot trying to be better than those that wanted to just help me. I, like most of the listeners who were too stubborn to let angels help me, and believe it or not over time people stop trying before giving up and move on with their life.

The light turned green while the gears grind to the push at Michaels foot, Closer to Fairfax avenue in the exiting north, while zipping around the average stock of cars in a blur. (While the voice in his ear gets louder than the passing cars and beeping of horns, that was not louder than the hot burnt smell of rubber in the L.A air.)

Broadcasting: If you have made mistakes, there is always another chance for you. You may feel a fresh start will not at any moment you choose, come for this thing we call ‘failure' to be lifted over the guilt we place on ourself. Not falling down hurts, but staying down will forever as you tell yourself that you are accepting defeat and okay with it. Sure fall like the rest do in the path of gaining strength again, so don't worry about the talk on your time to get back up.

EXT. THE STREETS OF LA  

Micheal’s car sails into a thin blur of busy traffic, building in speed and energy to the engine of the Mustang. Despite the velocity of the twin gateway lanes, Micheal is calm at the wheel, weaving through the light traffic like an android. 

Broadcast: Here is a simple question. What's Next? What do you want to be, before death? Where are you going to be when you close your eyes and reopen them? What’s out there that we may never learn? What are the possibilities of having more without the extra problems that come with it all? 

Micheal listened with close intently to the broadcaster's words that he could relate too…

Broadcast: We are forgetting who we are for the things we want from a human now, that we didn’t want before, we act on listening to not our needs and wants, but the desires we try to understand everyday inside the core, that we all know we crave.

Slightly in the future, the city’s been developed even more in machine matter and electric cars with a massive amount of robots working in offices, at the front desk of apartment and mall complexes. The city of angels had been designed for comfort and ease to what LA used to resemble a long time ago. All the taller buildings, as far as the eye can see, are mixed with wires that escape from the ground like wisteria vines. Construction cranes loom overhead the hovering cars in the way of seeing the sky that no longer was clear in the lower parts of Los Angeles. 

 Pulling up to a large crowd in front of the Daniels L.A Leather store, waiting and pushing each other. The respect was ignored for the thirst of a coat made either by a sea otter, arctic fox or a chinchilla mouse. It did not change the true desire and want at 189 Grove drive on a Tuesday afternoon. 

Micheal watched from his parked night rider Mustang, as the lines grew crowded with pests to the entrance of stores that sat outside the court of choices, in hopes of having a chance in getting a WBC made from polar bear. (Turns out fur's primary function is insulation, trapping air and acting as a barrier to heat transfer, some animals like to utilize their fur to reflect and channel heat, with their black skin that absorbs the light and retains heat.

After Daniel figured out the pricing of each mammal with darker colored coats that can absorb more heat from solar radiation, giving the ability for the buyer to stay warmer and cooler in the scorching sun. It was only a matter of time before he became the biggest producer in a global movement for HEAT FREE fur coats. The smaller kid voles coats had sold faster due to having darker fur in the winter.

Micheal looks at the time on the car stereo as he smoothly clears his voice to have a clean conversation with his phone named Sabrina.

Micheal: Hey, Sabrina!

Sabrina: Hello Michael, How can I assist you today? (Responding in a heavenly tone )

Micheal: Give Me The Latest News Updates, would you?

Sabrina: Of course Micheal, As you wish! (She responds back… while uploading mp4 clips and images of everything onto his ray-ban glasses for him to see it all visually, while hearing Sabrina verbally still.)

(Micheal awaiting on the incoming)

Sabrina: Los Angeles Times weather. Your seven day forecast is partly--

Micheal: No, Next! ( He said in a quickness)

Sabrina: The Death Of Shaq--

Micheal: No, Next!

Sabrina: China/India merger headed for regulatory approval with-- 

Micheal: Next, Please!

Sabrina: World trade deals stalled as Russia talks in breaking --

Micheal: Next, No just stop! (Over the lies of politics with him knowing, nothing she was about to update him on would fix him thought)

Micheal on his handheld device that is revealing a hologram map from his Apple 360 (the world’s first artificially intelligent operating 3d map system) as he listens to news headlines. While pulling into a covered parking lot underneath a quiet shopping complex before locking the Mustang in park, pulling up next to a Dragon Ferrier.

Broadcaster: Dating is different when you get older. You're not as trusting, or as eager to get back out there and expose yourself to someone.

"What the caterpillar calls the end of the world, the master calls a butterfly”.

Micheal flips across radio Channels in the mashing and merging of many voices before stopping on the latest in happening in L.A

 Micheal cracks the passage's side window to hear the aggressive and exhausting cacophony of traffic, little by little in the twist of faded music that is heard in the distance, coming from the inside of the New Grove.

EXT. DOWNTOWN / New Grove - Starbucks

Everyone making commotion can be heard, once the door on the drivers side of the Mustang had been opened the world syncing around him: a chorus of car honks, dogs barking in heat, cell phones and skates, wheels marking up the pavement like chalk. In the mix were a few murmurs to themselves, occupied with their small devices having them locked into a more useless existence that became the new normal. ( especially at the side of the head of almost half the Americans that just wanted to forget the once fight for control as just a once citizen with rules and a voice of freedom, that had been replaced with a mute to the void electricity filled in our lonely lifestyles around the world.

 Closer to the front door, Micheal walked through the commuter crowd. As the number of bugs flying around the polluted L.A air grows with the attraction to a short bathed mixer of “natural diversity” in the murmuring inaudibly of their own devices. Disappears down an alley in passing of office workers that stride without purpose to work, instantly waving off these back thoughts of having to feel the way all of them looked.)

 Once at the door in the alley that leads into the New Grove, he taps his earphones firmly in place, his shades able to see all before entering the next stage of chaos. Before Micheal could stroll down the amusement of the “New Grove” Micheal caught the passing light dry breeze before entering the white hall.

 The sound ‘Welcome To Your Life’ by Tears For Fears played out into the moving crowded space of happiness and joy, to what most would travel from all over to experience. The song played in the reawaken for a cup of coffee. Micheal looks around past moving figures, seeing SpaceRock before Starbucks, seeing other young people of all ages, running around, smiling, chatting, and enjoying their carefree lives in the mix of human-bots put in place of what we used to call cops.  

 Their actions are magically in time with his personal to how fast the scanning of a threat could that be, Micheal walks against the moving foot traffic towards his destination, while in his bubble of thought. Daniels L.A Leather that sat between Kit-Cat World and Pizza Pop, gave Space Rock a run for its money. Approaching what was busy by the passing of supply and demand at its highest, Very busy and hard to access by the entrance could be seen as the increased crowd becomes dense and more excited for the new releasing Ice coat.

Micheal taps fully into his swagger as he approaches the Starbucks, walking by the other attractions. We see reflected holograms in the glass of the KIT-CAT that had been becoming as popular as Pokemon cards. ( The world was in a up roar over Kit-Cat Cards found in every purchased Kit-Kat, that was an extra guarantee of cuteness to the additional happiness received with “Taking A Break”) 

Micheal hears the Church clock ringing off, Reminding him of the task before the sunsets, Micheal sees a human-bot with an actual human holding hands in public. Micheal watches as they pass in confusion to the new laws that were breaking the balance of what he used to remember seeing before all he found hard to accept now. (He wasn’t the only one!)

 As the song fades into an ending of wonder to what was next in the court to be played, Micheal opens the door with his elbow, before he stops it with his foot, all while being watched by the clerk wearing a green apron with the words Starbucks coffee written across it. Completely in the shop of what smelt like a ‘good morning’ to all that was or wasn’t having the best morning.

Starbucks Clerk: Welcome back to Starbucks, Micheal ! 

(Micheal walks closer to the counter for a better look at the menu, while responding back)

Micheal: Good afternoon, I’ll have a dark white latte! -No sugar, No cream ( Holding his arm out, ready to pay with the chip in his wrist)

Starbucks Clerk: Darling, you’ve fixed yourself up! ( She commented with her back turned away to make his ‘dark white latte’, this began to confuse Micheal a bit, as if he was looking trashier before now? 

Micheal: Thank you! (he responded looking down at this watch for the time, while blocking out the voices in the coffee shop, only hearing the pour of his latte and the rumbling sounds of the incoming storm traveling closer. )

Starbucks Clerk: That would be 7$ (She responded with placing the cup on the counter and pushing it gently towards Micheal)

Micheal: Have a good day! (He responded with a grin)  

Starbucks Clerk: Thanks, You as well Micheal!

After paying and picking up his latte, Micheal walks off embarrassed he didn’t know Clark's name that knew by heart. At the long table placed in front of the glass window, an older caucasian man that was very well-dressed, sat next to a goddess that sat in the middle of him and Micheal. Micheal pulls out a seat beside the lady, removing a tiny bottle of Jack Daniels whiskey from his inner vest pocket, snaps the top off to combine with his latte.

Unknown Lady: You think that's something you should be drinking?

Micheal looked at her, seeing the reflection of him in her eyes while pouring the whiskey, earphones in and shades still on his stoic, poker face. 

Stephen: Nikisa don’t babe, Not right now…

Micheal: Oh Stephen leave her, this is forever like my habit for a whiskey coffee in the morning!

Nikisa looking past Micheal glasses and directly into his soul releasing her worry upon him in all her beauty.

Nikisa: Fine…! (responding to Stephen first before returning to Micheal) Did you find her yet?

Micheal sips his coffee quietly before thinking of a different way to say NO, without sounding like a failure yet again. Nikias leans forward at a halt  to hear Micheal’s response, even Stephen grows in a panic at Tinashe missing this long without a word or note left before she just up and leaves.

Stephen: I spoke to some friends of mine in the airport and nothing was found under her buying a ticket outside of L.A. Mike!

Micheal: Who’s to say it's under her name or it was not by train or bus?

Stephen is silent to Micheal's counter response, Nikisa unable to remove her eyes off Micheal or change the pain in her face.

Nikias: That's it I’m calling MOM!

Stephen steps out his comfortable pose with the fear of how no one would get a goodnight sleep again by Nikisa's next actions that wasn’t ever decided between them all.

Stephen: Babe… maybe she doesn't wanna be found after the demand of more with what was given from her tenth album? Maybe she just taking time from us all and when she ready to let us see and have her again, she will return…( I hope?) 

Micheal, still silent with additional sips being had, Nikisa pulls her phone out and places it on the table for all to see. ( Unlocking the phone)

Stephen is scared of momma bear being woken by what maybe nothing to worry about, Tinashe was grown and should be free to make her own choices in life at this point. ( Without someone else trying to control her journey)

Micheal sips his coffee again before gathering his scrabble words with the letters he had, over what Nikias had put down on the board already in anger.

Micheal: I got one lead!

Nikisa, shocked, pulling back her aggression towards Micheal in waiting for him to share with her , Micheal stands up with his coffee and starts walking to the front door, to leave the shop as if he was a spy conveying an important secret.

Nikisa and Stephen sat with only more questions and worried about what they couldn’t rest their minds on, was she okay, why didn’t she say anything before leaving her phone & travel bags?

As Micheal exits the coffee shop Nikisa phone goes off, who could this UNKNOWN caller be?

Nikisa & Stephen looking at the phone together before back at each other, unshare who could it be!

 The mysteriously important Micheal stands by the curb outside of Starbucks, The obsessed smell echoing from Pizza World was more than one person pretending he/she couldn't ignore. 

Nakisa really put things in perspective of Micheal needing to move faster if he wanna make the service. From where Micheal was standing the entire world seemed utterly insignificant, before the footprints over to the KitCat could happen one last look in the direction of the mini pop-shop of what Pizza World was now, remembering when he first took Jr to the first opening before snapping out of an image flashback to that very day.

Micheal walked over to KitCat, hoping to speak to a Kitty before Tuesday service was over and completely over. (walking away from all the smiles and happy faces)

INT. The KitCat Shop - Noon

 The doors close behind Micheal with only laughs at release, away from all the tension and choices that were left outside. The kids all had smiles on their faces of just the display on different “Kats” that had been found within the shop. (that was bigger inside, to the smaller appearance outside by all walking passes!)

Micheal eyes watch the flow in the tubes above pushing a swirl of rich coco liquid chocolate, down a funnel. The chocolate pours into a mold that's seen from the window behind the clerk, one of hundreds inching along a conveyor belt. This isn't any ordinary chocolate made with soy, peanut and wheat. Blended & bathed before in the perfect amber light heat, to avoid burning of the oat coconut milk that was being constantly swirling in a machine connected by tubes extracting different ingredients from each direction of what only Micheal eyes could see from afar. The chocolate bars continued along the belts visible past the glass, the shopkeeper behind the counter kept walking back and forth to attend to children waving  while the great bellows swell and gently puff. 

Releasing smoke from the boiling that smelled like old fashion hot chocolate that escaped into the court that was mingling in perfect with the aroma coming from Pizza World. Micheal could hear the presser slam down, lifting to reveal the word it has imprinted: KITCAT. (across all five sticks that make up one bar) While the children ran all over and across the heads of all the hardworking chained up Mexicans below sweating out, underneath the shop where it's quite dark. All to promise America a product that is forever “The Best Break, You’ll Ever Get” making headlines nationwide with the United kingdom. (who still was owner of all power, under whatever Nestle did behind their backs to meet the previous deadlines given after the ‘Final War’.) Still moving down the hall of the chocolate red floors, children can be spotted laughing freely in conversations, standing around inside lanes that cut off from the original path towards the cash register.  Micheal looks back along the belt as hundreds of bars line up to be stamped one by one. The molds suddenly flip over, dumping each bar onto its own set of wire fingers. (the machinery itself all together made Micheal feel young again). Strangely, we don't see a single person working. As the chocolate reaches the tip-top of the track, before into a small package of each bar. The track flings each bar over the top, As Micheal watches each candy bar plummet in free-fall, until the tiny package. Leaving the candy bar to drop onto another conveyor belt. Each piece of chocolate lands perfectly square on its own sheet of foil paper. (Looking further ahead) Micheal can see the machine that bends the foil around the chocolate. (But before we get there), A HUMAN HAND reaches in and lifts five bars off the belt. Just as suddenly, a thin KatCard is printed on the back of each of the KitCat bars. (One by one) 

 Micheal approached the counter while the foil-folding machine did its job, perfectly encasing each piece of chocolate. Micheal places one special bar on the counter of it all being just junk that had a secret far past the facts given, Micheal continued watching as another device attached to the paper wrapper, printed to read: KITCAT BAR. (Pushing further down the belt, out of sight to the stacking and sorting of machines loading up boxes and cases of the bars. A mechanical stamp thumps down inside each cardboard box, marking its final destinations out of L.A: NEW YORK, SPRINGFIELD, CANADA, MEXICO and CHINA.

Micheal eyes move through the room, which is decorated entirely in shades of brown and cream of color to the waffle color inside the bar. The carpets were chocolate red, and the cement holding the building together was in the color of fudge. All the walls and ceilings were made of a fake chocolate as well, holding the smell of a KitCat inside the cemented like mixture. The only thing Micheal can see is the shopkeeper's hands and the double ‘K’ cuffs of her velvet jacket, as she sets a KitCat on the counter.

Shopkeeper: No it hasn't come yet (speaking to a random child who’s smiles, with his mouth ringed with chocolate.)

Micheal smiles at the sight of it all being innocent to anyone with a good heart,

not a tear in the corners of Micheal’s eyes, filled with  emotion. 

Micheal didn’t return with a full smile back at the little boy, (instead a smirk of kindness). 

The shopkeeper lifts up off kneeling down to meet the boy on the same level, the storekeeper named Kitty looks at Micheal in full eye stretch. ( Ignoring when she first noticed him by the ChipKits.)

Micheal: Hey, Kitty

Kitty: Hey, How's the HUNT going ?

Micheal: Cold!

Kitty: I see you got your coffee already, so why the candy?

Micheal: same as everyone else looking for the golden Kat I guess?

Kitty: Just ONE?

Micheal: Two?

Kitty: Try again (she said winking at him)

Random Kid: 6, 7, 9! (standing behind Micheal shouting numbers)

Kitty: ? Waiting on (Micheal’s next answer?)

Micheal: THREE, matter a fact !

Kitty: Did you go?

Micheal: No, I'm headed there after!

Kitty: the service is almost over Micheal? (concerned he wouldn’t make it)

Micheal: I have time he responded ( after looking down at his watch that said 5pm)

Kitty: I think we forget how important death is, when its your last chance to say goodbye!

Micheal got silent with the child standing behind them, waiting on line!

The SHOPKEEPER places the items in a red market bag labeled ‘KitCat’ with an extra unknown item and hands it off to Micheal. 

Micheal sits his whiskey tainted Starbucks cup on the counter before he grabs the bag and quickly removes a bar from the bag to hand over to the random kid waiting to buy another. The child tears off the wrapper and takes an enormous bite, while holding the rare Kat Card. (And suddenly, from underneath the wrapper, there comes a ‘rabbit’ instead of a Kat.

Random Kid: Awe man! (discouraged with his discovery)

Micheal: What's wrong? ( Confused on his dissatisfaction to what was shown to him on the card)

Random Kid: It's a useless “Bunny” again! ( Replying to Micheal’s question while looking at the rabbit resting on a log, next to a box KitCat Balls in a forest.)

Kitty: Remember just ten of those can get you a random Kat ! (She responded quickly to change his feelings towards the card that had no actual value to the goal of collecting Kats dressed in a KitFit!)

Random Kid: Hum….that would take too long when I can keep opening KitCats! (thinking about it all while handing the card over to Micheal)

Random Kid: Thanks for the bar (he said in a very unbothered tone, before walking off into the crowded store of children)

The random kid takes another bite...and another…of the delicious bar that was free from just waiting, swallowing pieces without hardly chewing!

Micheal: oh, the sheer blissful joy of being able to fill one's mouth with rich solid food of chocolate really does make us all happy! (speaking to Kitty while they both watch the child vanish into the noise of children with a mouth full of KitCat)

The mood in the room deflates as reality sets in, as Kitty puts Micheals change on the counter.

Kitty: Take it easy out there, Micheal! 

Micheal reaches out a hand to take the extra change Kitty left on the counter for him to receive, Micheal picks back up the cup he placed on the counter a few moments ago, before he begins walking away from the counter and Kitty all together.

Ext. The New Grove - Noon

Once outside, Micheal was completely swarmed by random adults that would rather wait to buy from other adults and kids that had the time and patience to wait in line for it.

Micheal’s heart stands still to the rush of sounds that started filling up past the AirPods in his ears, on top of his thoughts to all the incoming offers being screamed at him. For a long minute, Micheal simply stares in silent disbelief.

To the crowd of about thirty people clustering around Micheal, with many more pushing their way in from all around the New Grove. 

Everybody wanted to get a look at whatever Micheal had come out of the store with and the lucky finders of the ‘Golden Kat’ was promised to be set for life, with it being the only one in the entire world of printed Kat Cat Cards. Micheal hasn't moved yet or even revealed anything inside of the bag of candy bars. He stands very still and holds it tightly with his hand balled up into a locked fist. While the crowd grew in shouts and pushing around him, Micheal at this point can feel a hand resting lightly on his shoulder. Without warning Micheal looks up and sees a tall man standing over him wearing a red hat that read “I Love Black People” written across it.

Unknown Man #1:  Listen. I'll buy it all from you. I'll give you eighty dollars. How about that, eh? (Micheal emits a sharp terrified shriek behind what he almost did to the harmless privileged man, who could cared more about what was in Michael's bag over him not liking to be touched.)

The tone of a random lady that Micheal couldn’t see in the growing crowd that came after, helping Micheal ignore the resting hand.

Unknown Lady #1: And I'll give you my car for all you have sir! 

Okay? This WOMAN must be crazy?( He thought to himself) Micheal did not understand how or why this was worth more than so much to people?  The flags at the red of all that was wrong with that offer, had sat with Micheals pride in place of what was important to him.

Unknown Man #2: I’d give you nine hundred dollars for that whole bag! ( not knowing what was inside the bag or how many bars he had!)

 Unknown Man #3: You want to sell that bag to me for a free stay at my family hotel, young man? 

(In the mix of all the noise a little girl standing in the chaos asked out loud: If He Was Alright)

Micheal starts grabbing all the bars out the bag and tossed them into the air, turning on all the robotic humans in the court, to defuse a muffled roar of energy that could be more of a problem later. (The goal of all the programming by Elon was to protect both adults and children that posed no threat, to the controlled peace ensured by the government.) 

Micheal walked away from the enormous crowd of people who had gathered into a ball of noise for sugar. The flurry of feet around the front of the KitCat Shop went from flattery and kindness to greedy and uncivilized.

Micheal quits the court finally heading to the Tuesday Service in revealing a dashingly eccentric suit with touches fit for only a king. 

Far away in the distance, from the heart of the closest thing left untouched on earth, attached to the name God.

The church shined in all its glory, standing tall as the twin towers once did and only a few feet away, as the clouds in the sky grew darker to the incoming rain. Micheal removed both AirPods from his ear that was on mute the entire time. Micheal removed the envelope from the KitCat bag, Micheal placed the envelope in his inner pocket before discarding the bag. 

Micheal breathed taking another sip of his warm-cold whiskey coffee, preparing himself to review the body and say his final goodbye at the service.

Act One: The Line Not To Cross

EXT. New Grove - Starbucks

 None of the new arrivals speak?

Still stun by the heat each brought, making it hard for the ac in the coffee shop to compete with the random nobodies appearing to look at each other for some semblance of solace that never comes…

(In the distance Nikisa is all we see, located in a now crowded room due to the time that passed from Micheal leaving minutes ago.)

We see Nikisa in a super-tight shot, up close of a striking woman with tight curls and amber eyes, skin like Pocahontas, with razor-sharp cheekbones that her face decorated with a septum ring that read she may have only been recently stolen from heaven.

( By the lost look for words around her face that was given to Stephen for the first time…)

Stephen worrying over the itch on his neck but fights the striking urge; his skin glistening with sweat from discomfort in hoping he can control what he was failing to not let escape. Tears not far from welling in his eyes as he tries desperately to maintain eye contact with the woman of his forgotten dreams, that he can only recall with her in front of him.

(While the snail moving itch was driving Stephen crazy, nothing mattered except the look on her face he felt obligated to fix.) 

The terror in Nikisa's eyes was enough for Stephen, Nikisa closes her eyes and exhales; trying to be unaffected less by the voice she just heard that she would never forget. Stephen grew eager waiting longer for a response from Nikisa, that did not feel like it was close coming any time soon. 

Nikisa…? (Saying her name after noticing Nikisa spaced out into a blank stare?)

Naa-Kiisa…? (Stephen repeating her name slower without noticing his tone was disturbing everyone in the coffee shop.) 

Nikisa silent in shock by what she heard, slowly putting the phone down on the table. 

Nikisa…? he said again nervously (attaching eyes around the room onto his offered tone)

Stephen contemplates for just a moment; fighting the urge to comfort Nikisa, but she instead softly rubs her hand against the surface of his hand to let him know she was fine. ( Stephen wasn’t at all convinced that while completely in love with her lie of protection, that often felt like affection to cover his pride of being the MAN Nikisa wanted him to be.)

Nikisa, a beauty in her early 30's, dressed with a taste for answers regardless of all the problems that often came with a little trouble. ( Stephen simply called it control over only the issues that almost put him in danger once before.)

Nikisa stood up emotionless, slowly like a model who only had one bite and was suddenly full after. Lost in thoughts Nikisa starts trying to arrange herself from becoming squirmy on the uncomfortable chair. (Instead Nikisa stands up)

Once up in full capture of a taller, thinner and, amazingly, more groomed version of the women no one in the room could come close to comparing too. Stephen begins drizzling without the spit, quickly standing up to push Nikisa's chair in before his own in a hurry to catch up to her before exiting out of the coffee shop, almost forgetting to pay and tip.

Ext. Outside- New Grove 

Nikisa once outside wearing vertiginously high heels with a conquering walk, she poses unknowingly waiting for the flash of the cameras that weren't around.

( Nor would she ever let them catch her not ready) 

Before kneeling down her eyes and placing hands underneath the cellphone to complete a text in the unkind wondering at the mind of what could play out, within the fresh air that crossed her skin left a chill.

While the air starts becoming cooler to the approaching storm that remained for her to quickly regain her composure and focus. ( Still lost on coming up with some sort of conclusion.)

A DashCar sat waiting out front behind 2 other similar cars as Nikisa pops the door and hops in the backseat, a hologram keyboard suddenly appeared over the glass that we once would talk conversation with the driver through, about our desired location.

(Like many other things that had changed with the robots, that mainly was made and programmed to move in protection of mostly children. You can only hold on to the things that didn’t change with accepting all that was our own punishment for not listening before Zach Sang became mayor of New Jersey and the world got a lot worse from there.)

Nikisa typed the address of the JKS Warehouse into the digital search bar with the distance and price appearing next to the option of pay or canceling the ride.

Nikisa laid her wrist onto a rotating circle that appeared to her left once the micro cam noticed she lifted her arm up to possibly pay?

As the car peels off to the destination away from the coffee shop, Nikisa can see Stephen is exiting the coffee shop with her green bag that had a panda keychain dangling from off the corner of her bag filled with mainly nothing inside of it. 

Once out the ‘New Grove’ court and just a few blocks up, Nikisa spots Micheal standing across the street from the church. ( Betting on him not going inside the church to see for himself, before the final service could be had on a day like no other.)

EXT. Across From The Church - Late Noon

It’s a strange, gloomy, expressionistic sight for Micheal as the pain from the following few exiting the church along the street. Nothing but fire in the faces of all working class depressed individuals , walking around the front steps of church.

(Micheal felt simply his own words brought the upon him.)

The gap of cracked concrete under Micheal shoes filled with shadow like pouring bourbon into a thick shot glass. 

Everyone across the streetis dressed quite nicely outside of the church giving kisses and final hugs before heading home in mourning for Kemi’s lost. The older woman now grown and beautiful wearing her decor hat full of white arranged roses that symbolized her in full purity, innocence, and reverence.

Kemi had a napkin with a younger image of her father printed on the napkin in her hands to catch any extra tears escaping when accepting any extra hug or sad face from a friend or foe who once knew her father. 

The men are in blazer jackets and ties; they’ve used hair tonic; some wearing hats and glasses to hide from looking softer, to all that Micheal watched from across the street. Judgement grew when Ben stepped out of the church.

(Ben still with the clippers, at the highest point of his legacy & has been playing even more limited minutes in the playoffs, dropping from 44.0 in the regular season to 22.5 in the playoffs. In two games so far, he's averaging 3.0 points, 4.5 rebounds, and 2.5 assists on 55% shooting.)

Someone within the church rings the big brass bell with relish, Ben stepping down the church stairs attracted cameras of the heartless social media coverage teams that appeared out of no where surrounding him.

The bell signals all to the start of the final service before the day could be finally over. ( Micheal watched the street clear before he decided to head over into an atmosphere of sadness and short fame.)

Ext. At JKS Warehouse !

Nikisa steps out of the DashCar, slamming the door closed with a ‘thank you’ to the driver who expected more of a tip instead of her rich kind words!

Calm to the silence of a response, before receiving a nod and spinning off, Nikisa wondered how long she would have to wait for him to arrive after the 911 text message was sent to him?

A creaking of the door follows a loud thud as daylight floods the JKS warehouse that wasn’t too far from the L.A store. (JKS stood for “Jorgensen Kachingwe Selection” that was only in three parts of the world. The warehouse that Micheal and Aimee brought on their anniversary in honor to the middle and last name all shared as one. While secretly waiting for the first who creates a child and gives him the middle as the first to lock in history. Mainly so they can see grandkids sooner of course and so the legacy that was being built before the child’s arrival, to an empire that would exist before he (Jorgensen) could turn one years old.

It's clean in contrast to the littered hallway, she hits the wall switch standing at the entrance of light and darkness. (NOTHING!?)

The lights weren't working at the flick, as Nikisa's feet take a couple of steps inside the dark.

(she enters as if she is walking on shattered glass, taking each step as a moment of silence washing over her.)

A fresh pair of JKS ‘Turtle Ooze’ high-heels click loudly on the marble floor of the warehouse hallway; skin bronze to the showing of her perfectly manicured green toes. Matching her green fingernails that held onto her phone that just received an incoming text message?

Nikisa exhales quickly with a feigning frustration, As the viewing of her continuing to walk is only of her legs and feet.

(Before another figure enters the warehouse front door behind her?)

The deeper she walked into the dim room that is immaculate with clothing pieces that are neatly placed & unfolded pieces of denim and silk covering the ground around each workstation. While more of the darkness grows around Nikisa with each step away from the incoming faded doorway light, everything for Nikisa almost starts feeling like a suspense horror scene. ( Even from the windows that poured light into the warehouse.)

While moving further and further into the darkness passing by other rooms less dim than the hallways towards her office space that was muscle memory for Nikisa.

( even in the dark while little light is given to side rooms in the warehouse from sundown.

Once in her office from pretending to be a cat in the dark, Nikisa noticed the cup of a tall hot white chocolate·mocha, that was hotter than lava, had now grown cold like the room. 

Nikisa hits the voice message box that listed the short notices in the messages without having to hit play and listen to it, but read it instead.

The messages listed in order, as she look for anything about ‘Tinashe’ as she skips over messages about skunk lion Manolo's design's, thoughts on Chanel jackets, and details about the new Harry Winston earrings that was customary made for her fittings, but Irv Ravitz himself couldn’t get her on the phone. 

(Only Anahi from Daniels L.A Leather store could get in touch with her, due to the trust they gave each other over the years.)

Nikisa hears something while at her desk, looking over her shoulder, Nikisa didn’t notice the figure walking past the window going around back. Nikisa stands up already, breathing heavily by the unknown feeling of not knowing what was trying to enter her energy of all the fears she had placed on pause after the phone call from earlier. (at the coffee shop) 

(The power turns on suddenly???

Quickly making Nikisa wonder if the backup generators had gone short due to the power outages that were on and off in the transformation of la being the number one electric city in the world.

(Most never question it while others give up complaining on the things that couldn’t be undone or changed once in effect by Elon.)

Out Of The Dark - The man extends his arms? (Scaring Nikisa)

It’s not who she was expecting but Stephen?

(Instead!)

A tall, slender, figure of Stephen stands in front of her, staring strangely back at Nikisa.

Stephen: So you couldn’t tell me you were coming here?

Nikisa: I… - (Stephen cuts her off!)

Stephen: I know, it's okay! (He graciously explained, placing her Green Custom JKS bag on the side of her rotating chair)

Stephen: Do You…? (Ending almost as a question…) 

Nikisa: Yes? ( Unsure what was behind his back?) 

Stephen is holding a beautiful bouquet of flowers. 

Stephen: Delivery for my special someone.( He said with a smile removing the arrangement from behind his back.)

Nikisa: Oh, oh, thank you so much. (puzzled) and entirely grateful, while leaning in to grace him with her love in a the form of a kiss. 

Nikisa: !…do I need to sign anything Nikisa joked as Stephen handed them over with a short final kiss—

(that expressed “Your Welcome” with the words needing to be said out loud.)

Stephen, gruffly handing Nikisa the flowers and abruptly turning away at the sight of a “Shittles” Vol.1 comic book series that had been the colorful Simpsons recreation of underachieved raw comedy with each color falling into a mood and horoscope, making them forever relatable to all that read or feel themselves in one of the candy turnt human colorful pallets.

Stephan grabs the comic off the blue markup of the latest design of JKS Blue Bunny’s. 

Stephen completely forgets the task, goal and responsibility of being an adult in all the colorful pages of unapologetic mis-behaving actions by “Candy Mutants” . 

At his finest while walking off, Nikisa relaxes off his whole vibe that ends with more than enough reasons on why she loved him.

Nikisa watches Stephan walk off into a world of animation as she places the flowers on the table, reaching for the card that she didnt notice into placing the flowers down. 

The card simply reads, “I Never Would Of Thought I Was Gone, Into You Found Me. -Love S.”

Nikisa smiles with her joy turning rotten to the unknown shadowy presents of the unknown figure standing behind her unannounced? 

Who could it be? Nakisa thought if she screamed, would Stephen even hear her in all of his “Shittles” laugher that was bouncing off the walls into the air for all to hear simple joy that many adults didn’t know anymore.

EXT. In Front Of The Church -

The Ring of the soft bells blends with the la pigeons hitting the sky, horses slowly walking by. While Michael was high above the church in the cool blue gloam of twilight, that the sunset ignited on the final service of death. The truth is that the sound hasn’t changed only the picture of what the person left last in one's memory.

This moment is often accompanied by a final farewell, marking the end of the physical connection with the deceased but not the memories or impact they leave behind.

Michael stood at the front of the church, not ready to gaze down on the casket that rested solemnly in the altar chamber. The last of the sun filtered through the stained glass, casting a heavy warm glow on the wooden surface. The stained glass windows cast a kaleidoscope of colors onto the polished wooden pews and the stone floor, creating an ethereal atmosphere of heaven on earth.

Today it was clear to see the world didn’t have respect but for death as the headline of their next paycheck day, the conversation turned to the enigmatic and most misunderstood concept of death. Up the stairs was fast to the cars passing by Micheals ears, his vision above each and every little step he took towards the door was more of the contact.

As Michael pushed open the heavy wooden doors of the church that made no sound, he was immediately enveloped by the serene calmness that filled the sacred space of incoming death and sorrow. The soft murmur of the organ filled the space with a soothing melody that escaped into an echo that reached , its notes weaving through the air like a gentle embrace.

The soft, sun glow of casting warm shadows that seemed to breathe life into the quiet surroundings of everything in the church. It was only given to Micheal’s notice that a sign in list had been left in the waiting room. After closing the front door inside of the church

Michael approached the modest wooden desk situated a few feet from where the air filled with a solemn silence to all the music trying to escape the doors he'll soon have to enter. 

The warm sun glow hit different spots all over the muffled sounds of the dancing shadows playing on the walls. On the desk lay a thick, leather-bound book—the sign-in register for those who had come to pay their respects.

As Michael opened the book, the pages crinkled softly, each one carefully inscribed with the names of those who had visited. The register was an important record, a testament to the lives who had intersected with the deceased in various ways. Michael began to read through the list, his eyes scanning the names with a sense of curiosity intertwined with reverence.

Some names were familiar, evoking memories of past interactions and shared moments. These were friends, family members, and acquaintances who had come to bid farewell. Michael lingered over these entries, feeling a connection to the shared loss that bound them together.

However, scattered among the recognizable names were a few unexpected entries. These signatures piqued Michael's interest, sparking questions about the nature of these relationships.

( Looking for Tinashe's name to appear…!)

As Michael continued to peruse the list, he was struck by the profound weight of each name that represented a story, a unique connection to the person who had passed. The register was more than just a list; it was a tapestry of relationships, woven together by the shared experience of mourning.

Michael closed the book gently, resting his hand on its cover as he took a moment to reflect. This was a safe and sacred space, a place where memories were honored and the ties of community felt strongest. He knew that but had no time, in the days to come, this list would serve as a cherished reminder of the love and respect that had been extended to the departed.

With a deep breath, Michael stepped away from the desk, his heart heavy yet comforted by the knowledge that the deceased he was ready to see had been surrounded by many who cared.

Ext: Warehouse

In the dimly lit warehouse, the air was thick with the scent of freshly unpacked clothing and a hint of dust, filled with rows of clothing racks that finally were given light.

It didn’t change Nikisa not knowing who was standing behind her?

 While Stephan in another row meticulously sorted through designer garments, flipping through pages of Shittles took a second as his fingers kept grazing the luxurious fabrics. Stephan was engrossed in his task, each item he was prepping to be shipped out ahead of time was a potential treasure waiting to be discovered by a Tinashe fan.

Suddenly, a gentle tap on Nakisa's shoulder broke her concentration. Startled, Nikisa spun around to face the unknown figure standing behind her. The dim overhead lights cast shadows across the figure’s face, making it difficult to discern who it was.

As her eyes adjusted, Nikisa noticed the stranger wore a dark hoodie, its hood pulled low over their face, adding an air of mystery. Her heart raced with a mix of curiosity and apprehension. The warehouse was supposed to be empty except for her, Stephan and who she called for the unexpected company made this unsettling and intriguing.

"Who are you?" Nikisa asked, her voice steady despite the rapid beating of her heart. She took a small step back, instinctively clutching a nearby garment rack.

Stephan stopped folding to listen, in case she called him for a hand? 

The figure hesitated for a moment, then slowly reached up to lower their hood. Underneath was a face she vaguely recognized—one that stirred a memory from not so long ago, if he came around more. It was her young brother “Kudzai” with striking eyes that seemed to glow even in the dim light.

Kudzai : ”Nikisa, what's the 911?" he said with a voice soft but confident. 

Kudzai : You okay? looking like you stepped out of a haunted house…

Kudzai : ”I didn't mean to startle you.

(Nikisa’s mind raced back to the mood of being relaxed and calm)

Nikisa: ”Yes, I remember," Nikisa said with a nod, the tension in her shoulders easing slightly. "But why do you dress like a looter?"

Kudzai offered a small, enigmatic smile to Nikisa questioning the whole family did to one another, knowing something else was clearly bothering her. 

Kudzai : Now you know I’m always on the lookout for unique pieces, just trying to put something together. ( Glancing around at the racks of clothing surrounding them, each piece is a canvas for creativity.)

Nikisa: ”That sounds interesting," Nikisa replied, her curiosity piqued. "Let’s talk more about this collaboration."

And so, amidst the silent garments and the avoided question, a new chapter was set to unfold for Nikisa and Kudzai, that wasn’t the 911 call. In the shadows lurking, Stephan returned to the back in the room filled with online orders and Shittles pages waiting for his laughter, once he noticed it was an unexpected ally Nikisa knew.

Ext: The Final Look At The Altar

Micheal without any more hesitation pushed the door into the chamber of all that was left to the faint scent of incense lingered in the air, creating an atmosphere of solemnity and peace to the passing energy. 

Michael took a deep breath as he stepped into the bustling altar of flashing lights and whirring cameras. The atmosphere was electric, charged with the anticipation of a breaking story. Reporters and crew members hurried around, each focused on their tasks, preparing for the final live broadcast.

The room was a whirlwind of activity. Bright, unforgiving lights casting a stark glow that was illuminating to every corner of the chamber. The news crew, clad in headsets and armed with microphones, moved with precision, like an orchestra tuning up for a performance. Cameras, mounted on tripods, were strategically positioned to capture every angle, every expression.

Despite the chaos, Michael exuded a calm confidence. He was no stranger to the media frenzy, or having navigated similar situations countless times with Tinashe. Yet, each new encounter brought its own set of challenges and opportunities. As Micheal walked further in, heads turned, and a murmur rippled through the crowd. His presence commanded attention, and he knew how to wield it.

The altar of cameras and news crews represents the power and responsibility that comes with this role. Every word spoken, every image broadcasted, has the potential to inform, influence, or ignite change in someone watching. (The media has become a pivotal force in shaping public opinion and disseminating information.)

 Michael's gaze swept across the rows of polished pews, taking in the sparse congregation seated in silent contemplation. It was then that his eyes caught a familiar figure seated near the front door, just before all could head towards the casket that accepted a partially obscured gentle ray of sunlight that streamed through the stained glass windows. 

It was Alex?! 

Alex must have sensed his presence, for he slowly lifted his head and turned to face Michael. Their eyes met, and for a moment, the past and present seemed to converge in the sacred silence between them. Micheal was shocked by the feeling of him being almost a friend from years past, who sat with his head bowed in prayer for Micheal showed up. Alex sat in a pair of Vision Hives, Playa 4 Life 3D jacket full of color, that would fill happiness in all who looked at it. (drawn by Naskia before being made by Daniel.)

  A wave of emotions washed over Michael as he stood frozen in the doorway. Memories of their shared times of laughter and camaraderie. As history flooded his mind—, moments of disagreement and reconciliation reminded him of all the missed time. He had not seen Alex in what felt like a lifetime, yet the sight of him stirred a sense of nostalgia and warmth in Michael's heart.

  Alex had changed the world with how he took his reiki studies deeper into the format of healing from sounds that unlocked the DNA being healed on the inside. Three steps were taken to achieve this, first he took from the constraints, dogma, rules and regulations of Western-style Reiki courses. Getting back to Reiki's original Japanese method of embracing simplicity, flexibility, creativity and intuition at the core.

  Next was to convert all Youtube sounds that weren't live streams before introducing the sounds that corrected DNA cells, repairing & growing new cells faster, increasing brain power to enhance the development of intelligence in the improvement of the IQ through binaural beats to speed up the improved memory. Alex became the master in “Neural Oscillations” sounds and was suitable for people at all Reiki levels, that many or may not be ready to take it one step further: beginners, those who are developing their Reiki, could find a peaceful guide of advice about self-treatment in healing meditations, energy exercises to build the ability of channeling your best self, Alex promised all will discover how to work with embracing the power of intent. Exploring the different distances of healing methods of music as medicine.

  Alex was the first to discover the beauty of Reiki's original Japanese form. Causing a large population of the black culture around the world to extract similar sounds off YouTube. This eventually made YouTube put up a fee to enter the site. ( All to control the unlocking creativity and visualization that helped enhance and ditch all the silly rules and regulations that stifle the practice of what medicine really was in many lineages of doctors being laid off more than before.)

  Unlike Tinashe, Alex was rich and never had to leave his bubble of peace except to travel and give advice to the new up comers and teachers about planning and structuring his courses into their everyday way of living in a similar peaceful stage as he was. Alex knew what to include and how to explain/ describe things in the most powerful way to embrace the incoming change over the fear of not being able to stop once one started. As well as recommendations for creating and supporting all his students and clients that were dealing with learning preferences in evolving the soul.

Spirituality and enhancement into a whole new human experience, was half the offer Alex provided in the transformative roadmap for integrating profound spiritual wisdom that we overlooked in  everyday life. 

 Alex's book would provide practical tools such as journaling and mindfulness exercises aimed at facilitating personal transformation and inner growth.

 Through insightful teachings and practical guidance, Alex was able to empower readers to deepen their spiritual awareness, cultivate mindfulness and achieve emotional balance in their daily routines. Whether you’re new to spirituality or seeking to deepen your practice. Either way Alex book served as a comprehensive guide to navigating life’s challenges with grace and spiritual fulfillment all was seeking in life currently.

 Alex had the world in his hands that the Department Of Health wanted him dead for all eyes that he helped open. Alex didn’t just grab sound off Youtube and write a book but a companion on a journey towards self discovery and a holistic well being before we were to leave earth. It invites readers to embrace spirituality as a pathway to living authentically and finding greater meaning in life while living on earth.

Micheal was proud at everything Alex had become, all that he was doing while looking down at his kicks, Micheal spots a can of mela watermelon water by his sneakers before the pastor that's behind him could tap and ask if Micheal would say a few words.

After agreeing to the pastor's wishes that came from Kemi, Michael approached the podium with his message to all in the room that was clear and concise. He understood the importance of clarity and truth, especially in an age where misinformation could spread as rapidly as wildfire. He spoke with conviction, addressing his audience with sincerity and purpose.

• Michael greeted the audience and acknowledged the significance of the moment, he emphasized the need for unity, transparency, and forward-thinking solutions. Michael closed with a call to action, urging viewers to stay informed and engaged in a loved one's life. (Micheal shuts up as all the cameras go off with the increase of commotion in the room.)

As he stepped away from the podium, the room erupted into a flurry of questions and camera flashes. Michael navigated the sea of journalists with grace, understanding that this was just another step in the complex dance between media and public perception of all real questions that was about to be asked after he was done talking. Michael's words would soon be broadcasted to millions, analyzed and discussed in homes and offices around the world. It was a reminder of the enduring power of the media and the vital role individuals like Michael play in shaping the narrative.

In that moment, amidst the chaos and clamor, Michael had successfully transformed the altar of news crews and cameras into a platform for meaningful discourse.

With a deep breath, Michael quietly made his way down the aisle, passing the reporters asking questions all at once, his footsteps echoing softly in the hushed stillness of the drowning chaos in the church. As he drew nearer Alex for another gentle reunion. 

A gentle smile spread across Alex's handsome face, sparking a silent acknowledgment of their shared history and unspoken understanding with gestures over spoken words. Michael returned the smile with his eyes while moving in the loud crowded room.

The gates of no respect or privacy opens, and a flood of reporters and paparazzi are waiting for us. Flashbulbs click and whirr like locusts. Reporters surrounded Micheal as if he was worth as much as Tinashe Or Alex. ( far from it with them all knowing to not get him upset like Kanye, so they made sure to give him space and move with him over blocking him from passing on.  

1st Reporter: Micheal Any words on where Tinashe is? 

Micheal: She on Vacation

1st Reporter: Is she still alive? 

Micheal froze by the serious question before stopping to turn to the reporter holding the newspaper that said in bold words.  

October 10, 2035

 The LA 

Newspaper

Everyone wants to know?

WHERE IS TINASHE!?

(Fans show urgent demand for new music…) 

By Daniel Lee

Micheal took a minute before speaking into the microphone 

Micheal: Tinashe is on Vacation working on the new place where she is at currently, and I believe when she is ready, you’ll see her again.

A reporter pushes past with a mic in front of Micheals face

2nd Reporter: (Out of the way, fellas) Is it true that you don’t even know where she is? 

Micheal: I don't have the money to pay for that one to go away, I guess! (The reporters laugh, while he slips his right hand into his pocket before talking again)

Thinking of how to approach the photographers with a calm demeanor. 

Micheal: “I appreciate your interest in my life,” he said softly, “but this is a place of worship, a sanctuary. I kindly ask for your respect and privacy here.”

Micheal: Tinashe is with her MOTHER!

All the cameras went off to Micheals lie as reports left the circle to exit the church and be the first at Aimee house before the others that had to stay and wrap up the final service could come there next.

The paparazzi, moved by Michael's graceful request, slowly lowered their cameras. The lead photographer of BET, who had been in the business for years, stepped forward. 

Bet Reporter: “We apologize,” he said, sincerity in his voice. “We didn't mean to intrude on the importance of this day for personal information.”

The reporters, witnessing this act of humility and understanding, offered a round of supportive nods. Michael removes his hand from his pocket with steps in hope of returning to his seat, as the church once again enveloped its attendees in peace. 

As the service concluded, a few members of the congregation approached Michael, thanking him for his poise. The photographers, too, expressed gratitude, having learned an important lesson about boundaries and respect. Michael, always gracious, nodded and smiled, knowing that even in the most unexpected situations, kindness and understanding can prevail.

As Micheal made it out of the circle of judgment he slid into the pew beside Alex, they exchanged a quiet nod, a wordless agreement to embrace this moment of connection and rekindle their friendship that be rocky since Alex cut himself off from the world and his family (in order to keep them from being targets).

 As the congregation gathered for the closing moments of the service, the atmosphere was filled with a gentle anticipation. The pastor, standing at the pulpit, announced the final song of the choir with a warmth that resonated throughout the church. The pastor spoke with a reverent tone for all to hear.

Pastor:  “Before we conclude this service, let us join together in listening to the choir’s final song. 

Pastor: May it uplift your spirits and carry the message of hope and love in your hearts everyone.”

The choir, dressed in matching robes, lined up on the center stage behind the casket, everyone stood poised and ready before being given the go to start singing. 

Each member of the choir was eager to share the gift of music with those present. The song they were about to perform was a beloved hymn, known for its soothing melody and profound lyrics.

The Removal Of Sin

As the choir began to sing, their voices blended in perfect harmony, filling the sanctuary with a rich and resonant sound. The music wrapped around the congregation like a comforting embrace, encouraging reflection and gratitude. The paparazzi, now standing respectfully at the back, watched with a newfound appreciation for the sanctity of the space.

This final song held special significance for Michael, who was preparing to embark on a new journey. The music notes served as a farewell blessing, offering him strength and courage as he stepped into the next chapter of his life of making up for the time lost with Alex. ( From all the attention and protection he installed into what the world knew as Tinashe)

When the last notes faded, the pastor concluded the service with a prayer, sending Michael off with the congregation’s heartfelt wishes for success and happiness. It was a poignant ending, marked by the beauty of the song and the warmth of a community that shared a voice like no other.

Both sat silent In the church, surrounded by the echoes of ancient hymns and the gentle rustle of prayer books, Michael and Alex sat side by side, content in the knowledge that some bonds, no matter how stretched by time and distance, remain unbroken.

Alex: Where is she really ?

Micheal released a  gentle smile, before leaning back in his obsidian throne of the lies only the reporters didn’t know wasn’t true, considering how best to explain such a profound topic.

Micheal: a change from one form of existence to another, is not an end, but rather a continuation of the eternal cycle he explained to Alex. ( Avoiding the question, unsure who may be listening to them.)

Alex: ”Life," he continued, "is like a flame, burning brightly for a time, casting warmth and light. But eventually, the flame must flicker and die. a natural part of the universe's order. It is inescapable for mortals, a doorway they all must pass through like that lie.”

Micheal: nodded (Noticing the fiery eyes wide with fascination from Kemi, heading towards him. (But why?)

Alex: ”But remember," he continued with his voice softening, "lies is something to fear. It is merely a bad transformation. Our souls pass through this realm, where we guide them to their next destination. In this way, death is both an end and a beginning—an opportunity for renewal and growth.”

Micheal started ignoring Alex's teachings to gather his words on what to say to Kemi who is seeing death in a new light today. (not as an ominous end, but as part of a larger tapestry of existence.)

In the echoes of the choir that filled the air with a sense of peace, Michael found himself restless and the congregation was almost wrapped up in the waiting of the pastor's final words. Yet, Michael's mind wandered elsewhere. 

He glanced across the aisle, where he spotted Ray J who looked like a drunk homeless man in a cheap suit next to Brandy, as the familiar face of Kemi that always seemed to exude warmth with kindness came closer.

Unable to shake off the urge of what he wanted to avoid, Michael quietly stood up from his seat. He navigated through the rows of pews, each step a silent apology to those around him for the distraction. Before Kemi reached him, she looked at Micheal with a hint of surprise dancing in her eyes.

Kemi: Michael, she whispered, her voice barely above a soft hum. 

Kemi: What brings you here?(reaching for a hug)

Michael offered a sheepish smile in the embrace between them two, aware of the setting and the curious glances from a few nearby attendees that was recording everything they did.

Micheal: I just wanted to say hello, he replied gently, his tone respectful of the sacred space they occupied.

Kemi's expression softened, and she leaned slightly forward, ensuring their conversation remained discreet.

Kemi: It's been a while since we've had a chance to talk! ( she admitted, her eyes reflecting the stained glass light.)

Micheal: Yes, it has," Michael agreed, nodding. 

Micheal: How are you? (walking to the casket)

Their whispered exchange was filled with the genuine interest of two people reconnecting, each word carefully chosen to respect the ambiance of their surroundings. Michael learned that Kemi had been busy with her studies, while Kemi discovered Michael's recent shared travels and adventures.

As their conversation reached a natural pause, Michael realized it was time to return to his seat before he had to view the body of a face he didn’t wanna remember this way in his mind. 

Micheal: We should catch up properly sometime," he suggested, a hopeful note in his voice of stopping the walk to hopefully turn back.

Kemi: ”I'd like that! ( a promise in her eyes) she replied softly.

With a final nod, Michael retraced his steps back to his seat, mindful of the ongoing service. The brief interaction had been a reminder of the connections that enrich life, even in the most unexpected moments and places.

Michael offered his arm to Kemi, who accepted it with a small, grateful smile. Together, they walked slowly toward the front away from where the casket stood as a silent sentinel.

Micheal: you okay? Michael asked gently, his voice barely above a whisper, respecting the reverence of the moment.

Kemi nodded, through her eyes betrayed the turmoil within. 

Kemi: I just can’t believe this is happening. It all feels so surreal.

Micheal: I know. It’s hard to say goodbye. But remember, you’re not alone. We’re all here for you. (Michael gave her arm a reassuring squeeze)

Kemi took a deep breath, glancing around at the familiar faces of friends and family, each sharing in her grief. 

Kemi: Thank you, Michael. It means so much to have your support.

As they got further from the casket, Kemi paused letting Micheal arm to go look at her father one last time. Kemi eyes lingering over the polished wood. She took a moment to gather her thoughts, the memories flooding back in a vivid rush. The laughter, the love, the moments that now felt like treasures.

Kemi: I wish I could have one more day,” she whispered, her voice choked with unshed tears as she fell to the ground, dramatic but not Oscar worthy as Micheal turns around to help comfort her.

Michael stood by her side, offering silent solidarity in her moment of vulnerability.

Finally, Kemi allowed herself to cry it all out, the tears flowing freely as she reached out to touch the casket. It was a cathartic release, the culmination of days filled with sorrow and resilience.

After Micheals help and a few moments, Kemi composed herself, wiping her tears with a gentle hand. She nodded to the funeral director, signaling that she was ready. The director approached quietly, beginning the process of closing the casket.

Michael stayed by Kemi’s side, his presence became a comforting anchor. As the casket lid slowly descended, Kemi whispered a final, heartfelt goodbye, a promise to keep the memories alive in her heart.

The closure was both literal and symbolic, marking the end of a chapter but also the beginning of the healing journey.

 As they turned to leave away from the casket a second time, Kemi felt a sense of peace, knowing she had honored the one she loved with a proper farewell.

Michael's heart ached with the weight of unspoken words and memories shared before never talking to Earl "Ben J" Benjamin again for what he spoke about Tinashe.

 As he looked at Ben's face, he couldn't help but recall their countless adventures, laughter, and camaraderie. Ben had been a guiding light, a steadfast friend through thick and thin in many ways when he returned and stopped the world all over again.

Michael's mind wandered to the many moments they had experienced together—camping trips under starry skies, late-night conversations that stretched into the early hours, and the way Ben had always managed to find joy in the simplest of things. He regretted Ben being in a casket over others, but he, like others that knew him, knew his mouth would have caught up to him sooner than later and 2 days before his birthday was the day as the body of Ben, a dear friend whose passion and presence would be sorely missed. ( while others cry at the paychecks he brought in, going cold like how Micheal felt when he looked back at where Alex sat and he was Gone!

Micheal: Fuck (He said almost out loud for all in the church to hear!)

Alex's footsteps echoed softly in the lit hallway of the old church. The air was cool and still, carrying with it the faint, lingering scent of incense that could not push out the smell of death. He paused for a moment, holding an empty mela watermelon water can, and tossed it casually into the trash bin. 

Just as Alex turned to leave, a peculiar light emanated from under the door at the end of the hallway before he could exit the church from what caught his eye.

The mysterious light was unusual, a soft, warm glow that seemed almost inviting with a stink raw hot caramel butter smell . It was not the harsh fluorescent lighting of the church's common areas, nor was it the sad and gentle sanctuary one felt before entering a room. 

Instead, it was something different, something that seemed to pulse gently, beckoning him to investigate.

Alex hesitated, a mix of curiosity and caution swirling within him. The church was supposed to be empty at this hour of the final service; Alex had come across the room full of the dropped off supplies for the food that had sat for a while, waiting for everyone left in the final service to come eat away at their feelings before leaving to cry again the next day at home. 

Yet, here was this inexplicable glow stretching across the floor, urging him to explore further. His mind raced with possibilities walking away from the room full of food he had stopped at for a moment. 

Had someone left a light on, or was there something more mysterious at play?

Caught between the impulse to discover and the whisper of doubt, Alex stood frozen for a moment. The light cast intriguing shadows that danced at the edges of the door, as if trying to tell a story. 

(Alex took a deep breath, steeling himself for whatever lay beyond.) 

Finally, curiosity won over caution…

  Alex approached the door cautiously, his heart pounding with anticipation for whatever awaited him on the other side that was unknown, but he felt an undeniable pull, a need to uncover the source of this enigmatic glow. 

With a steady hand, Alex reached for the doorknob, ready to unravel the mystery that lay beyond the door.

  Alex cautiously stepped into the candle lit room, Alex was immediately struck by the atmosphere of both awe and decay that permeated the space. This was the fabled Room of the Holy Grail, a place that many had sought but few had found. However, the scene before him was not what the legends had promised.

The room, instead of being a vibrant sanctuary, was filled with ashes and an unmistakable, unpleasant odor. The floor was covered in a thick layer of sticky piss, hinting at the countless years that had passed since anyone had last tread in her to mop or leave a shoe print. 

In the corners, clusters of ashes and melted candles from long-forgotten fires, of the stories lost to time. The air was heavy, and the faint light for Alex's flickered against the church walls, vibrating eerie shadows that danced like ancient spirits.

Despite the unexpected state of the room, Alex's determination did not waver. He had come too far, reading the words off the sign on the wall above the holy grail. As the ashes of T. D. Jakes floated around in the holy grail overflowing with random pee. Alex closed the door, unable to inhale the smell any longer than what he has already.

As Alex made his way back to the entrance, Alex knew that he carried with him something far greater than a legendary artifact of LOVE, but a deeper understanding of himself and the enduring power of the human spirit he had a greater link than others that go to church every Sunday.

The moment was both solemn and liberating as Alex pushed open the heavy doors of the church. The hinges seemed to echo the sound of the internal struggle that had been brewing for months to be fixed. Stepping out into the afternoon being 2 hours from night, Alex felt a mix of emotion in all his relief, uncertainty, and a touch of sadness. 

Leaving the church was not a decision Alex had taken lightly. Waiting for Micheal the entire time  in thought of the church being a cornerstone of their life for as long as they could remember. It was a place of community, tradition, and comfort. However, over time, Alex found himself questioning the beliefs that had once felt so absolute. The teachings that had been the foundation of their faith no longer resonated with his evolving worldview.

In the months leading up to this moment, Alex engaged in numerous conversations with friends and mentors. Some were supportive, understanding that personal growth often leads to new paths. Others were confused or even upset, fearing that Alex was abandoning an integral part of his identity. Through these discussions, Alex learned the value of listening and the importance of articulating his own beliefs clearly and respectfully. ( all before he proved the sound was safe to remove a headache over pills.

As Alex stood outside the church, remembering when he realized that leaving was not an end but a beginning. It was a chance to explore spirituality on his own terms, to seek out new experiences and insights. The world was vast, filled with diverse beliefs and practices that could offer new perspectives and wisdom.

Embracing the long journey that was only half of what Alex did and faced before proving his additional studies in Brazil on “Beethoven's 5th Symphony” being able to destroy cancer cells without affecting healthy cells.

(Alex took a deep breath, feeling a sense of empowerment.)

 Alex now understood that faith is deeply personal and that it is okay to question, to seek, and to change. With a final glance at the church, Alex turnt off the block once down the stairs of the church, able to walk away from where he sat most of his day. Finally released from jury duty and ready to embrace the journey ahead with an open heart and an open mind that many didn’t care to understand since all they needed was money to hear him become google.

Ext: Warehouse- Heated Debate

The air inside the warehouse was heated with theories to unanswered questions with tension as Nikisa and Kudzai stood facing each other, their voices echoing off the high ceilings. The rows of shelves, stacked with boxes and equipment, bore silent witness to their escalating argument. 

 Stephan stood a few feet away, his presence a silent testament to the unfolding drama, the debate had ignited over a disagreement about where Tinashe was at. Nikisa, with her meticulous attention to puzzle pieces that didn’t fit.

Nikisa: Kudzai, we have to worry! (Nikisa argued passionately, her eyes aflame with conviction.)

 Kudzai: ”The system is designed to minimize human error, and it’s backed by data that shows significant improvements in similar warehouses. (He said trying to change the subject back to one of the topics from earlier.) 

Kudzai, on the other hand, was wary of changing days without a call or text from Tinashe.

Kudzai: Look, Nikisa," Kudzai replied, his voice firm but not unkind.

Kudzai: Maybe we like the others just was to much, like the phone call that got you acting TO MUCH, maybe Nikisa, just maybe Tinashe wants to be alone somewhere she can just be ‘Normal’ and unbothered by a want for music, a need of an autograph or a rushed photo, media training countlessly hours on what to say and not say-

Nikisa: -OK! Enough Kudzai

Kudzai: remember why our life is so much better than others, NOW after 4 years of not a word from her? You ever wondered if this was all apart of her plan? Or you just like the others only wanting her to fill the void y’all can't without her around.

Stephan stands in all of his silent observations towards the two people he love and cares about, Stephan known for his ability to mediate conflicts, chose to remain silent for the moment. His eyes moved between the two, absorbing their arguments, his mind undoubtedly weighing the pros and cons. He understood the importance of allowing both parties to express their viewpoints fully before stepping in with his seasoned perspective.

As the debate continued, both Nikisa and Kudzai began to see the merit in each other's points. Nikisa acknowledged the potential risks of not looking for her like Kudzai wanted her to stop doing it, and recognized the need and beneficial gain over everyone else wanting Tinashe back for selfish reasons.

Stephan finally spoke, his calm voice slicing through the remnants of tension. 

Stephan: Both of you have valid points, Let’s work together to implement a plan on what we feel should be done next in hopes of finding her or at least knowing where she is. We can gather data and feedback before making a final decision on the next moves that will fit everyone's schedule.

With Stephan's words, the tension eased, and the three colleagues began discussing the logistics of the truth, their voices now harmonious in pursuit of a common goal. 

The warehouse, once echoing with discord, now resonated with the promise of collaboration.

It's been a while since anyone has heard from Tinashe, and the silence has sparked concern among her family, friends and fans. Two of her closest companions, Nikisa and Kudzai, have been engrossed in a heated debate about her whereabouts. Their differing theories reflect their distinct perspectives and personalities with nothing but love and concern behind the misunderstanding mix of words.

Nikisa, ever the optimist and a believer in the adventurous spirit, argues that Tinashe might have embarked on an impromptu journey. She supports her theory with several points:

• Nakisa : Tinashe has always been passionate about exploring new places. In the past, she’s taken spontaneous trips, often leaving without much notice.

• Nikisa: Tinashe may have chosen to disconnect from the digital world to reconnect with herself and nature. This wouldn’t be the first time she’s gone off the grid in search of tranquility.

• Nikisa: Tinashe might be seeking personal growth or inspiration, perhaps working on a new project or idea that requires solitude.

Kudzai, on the other hand, is more pragmatic and cautious. He presents a different perspective, expressing concern for Tinashe's well-being:

• Uncharacteristic Silence: Kudzai points out that despite her love for adventure, Tinashe usually keeps her friends informed of her whereabouts. This prolonged silence is out of character for her.

• Health Concerns: He raises the possibility that Tinashe could be dealing with health issues that have kept her from communicating, suggesting that she should reach out to her family or mutual friends.

• Local Troubles: Kudzai speculates that Tinashe might be facing unexpected local troubles, such as being caught up in a situation beyond her control.

Despite their differing views, both Nikisa and Kudzai agree on one thing: Tinashe's safety and well-being are paramount. They decide to take action together:

• Contacting Mutual Friends: They compile a list of mutual friends and start reaching out to see if anyone has had recent contact with Tinashe.

• Checking Social Media: They look through Tinashe’s social media accounts for any clues or recent activity that might provide insight into her whereabouts.

• Planning a Search: If I don't find any leads, I agree to organize a small search party to visit places Tinashe frequents and check with local authorities if necessary.

While Nikisa and Kudzai debate and highlight their contrasting viewpoints, it also showcases their deep care for Tinashe. By combining their efforts and resources, they hope to uncover clues that will lead them to their missing sister. The journey to find Tinashe is not just about locating her physical presence but also about understanding her needs and supporting her through whatever she might be experiencing.

Nikisa stood alone, watching as Stephan and kudzu made his way toward the exit. The clanging of their footsteps echoed off the metal walls, a stark reminder of their sudden solitude.

Nakisa; Bye, Stephan,I Love You" Nikisa called out, her voice tinged with a mix of disappointment and understanding.

Stephan paused briefly at the doorway, turning to give her a kiss before disappearing into the shadows beyond the car. His departure left an unsettling silence behind, one that seemed to amplify the vast emptiness of the warehouse. Now with Stephan gone, Niksa felt a wave of apprehension wash over her. The warehouse, with its towering shelves and labyrinthine aisles, now seemed like a daunting maze Nakisa had to navigate alone. However, niksa took a deep breath, reminding herself of the purpose that had brought her here. It was not her resourceful and resilient qualities that had served her well in the past. This was just another challenge, one she was fully capable of overcoming.

• Nikisa kept her mind on the task at hand, refusing to let her thoughts wander to Stephan's unexpected departure to go with Kudzai.

As Nikisa ventured deeper into the warehouse for more work, she came across a  discovered hidden corner of overlooked items, each telling a story of its own. 

Nikisa  began to see the warehouse not as a place of isolation, but as a realm of possibilities.

Despite the challenge of being left alone, Niksa couldn't help but reflect on Stephan. Their shared experiences had taught her much about trust and loyalty. Even in his absence, Stephan's influence lingered, motivating her to push forward.

Nikisa in the warehouse was just beginning, a testament to her independence and inner strength. With each step, she moved closer to unraveling the mysteries within each box of new designs that fueled the confidence that she could navigate whatever in the eerie silence pressing heavily around her. 

The faint hum only added to the ominous atmosphere. She clutched her phone tightly, the last message she received still glowing ominously on the screen: 

"Meet me here. Alone.”

The message had been sent from an unknown number, complete with a cryptic promise of revealing the truth she had been seeking. Despite her better judgment, curiosity had gotten the better of her, leading her to the warehouse location. Her instincts screamed caution, yet the allure for answers pushed her forward.

The warehouse itself was a relic of the past, once bustling with activity, now forgotten and neglected. Stacks of dusty crates lined the walls that haven’t been touched. Niksa footsteps echoed, each step amplifying the loneliness of the vast space.

Suddenly, a figure emerged from the shadows. It was the person who had texted her, their face obscured by a hood. They moved with a calculated calm gracefully speed, their presence both unnerving and compelling.

Nikisa: ”Why did you want to meet here?" Nikisa demanded to know, her voice betraying her nerves?

Text Man: The stranger chuckled softly, the sound bouncing off the walls. 

Text Man: Because here, we’re off the grid, No one can listen in,  No one can cut the lines off again.

Nikisa: Cut the lines off again ? (she repeated to herself, questioning herself more: was he talking about a series of mysterious power outages plaguing the city?) 

Nikisa's heart raced as she thought about the implications of their words. She had been chasing a lead about Tinashe and this person seemed to hold the key. The stranger gestured for her to follow, leading her deeper into the warehouse.

They stopped in front of a hidden door, revealing a concealed room filled with complex equipment. Monitors blinked to life, displaying graphs and data Nikisa couldn't fully comprehend.

Text Man: You’re looking at the source the stranger explained. "Someone's been manipulating the city's power grid, and I can prove it."

Nikisa realized she stood at a crossroads. She could walk away, return to safety, or delve deeper, risking everything for the truth. Her resolve hardened. She knew she couldn't turn back now.

Nikisa: Show me, she said with determination in her eyes.

The stranger nodded, and together, they began to uncover the layers of deception threatening to engulf their city

Nikisa stood quietly, her presence illuminating the space around her. Despite the lack of light, there was an undeniable beauty in the way she carried herself, a serene elegance that seemed to defy the gloom.

Her graceful stance and the gentle way she moved through the room created an ethereal atmosphere, as if she belonged to the shadows themselves. Her eyes, bright and curious, seemed to capture the faintest glimmers of light, reflecting a quiet strength of confidence everyone saw.

The dark warehouse, with its rough, industrial lines and stark, empty spaces, served as a striking contrast to Nikisa's delicate features and soft demeanor. This juxtaposition only enhanced her beauty, drawing attention to her every move and gesture. The warehouse, once a place of bustling activity, now stood silent, its emptiness filled with the quiet power of her presence. In her ability to transform the ordinary into something extraordinary was one of her most remarkable traits. In the stillness of the warehouse, she found beauty where others might see only decay and desolation. Her perspective, full of wonder and appreciation for the world around her, was contagious, inviting others to see beyond the surface and discover the hidden allure in unexpected places she saw as beautiful. Her beauty in the dark warehouse was not merely a matter of physical appearance; it was a reflection of her inner light and the unique way she interacted with her surroundings. Like in the quiet, shadowy corners of the warehouse, where she revealed a world of charm and art, reminding us all of the power of perception and the magic of finding beauty in the most unlikely of settings.

Nikisa's heartbeat quickened as she stood next to the man whose face she couldn’t see at all,The air was thick with dust in the room she didn’t know much about, as the echo of her footsteps reverberated through the cavernous space. 

 As her eyes adjusted to the shadows, revealing stacks of forgotten crates and a tangle of ancient machinery. 

Nikisa only could think about how the messages had been both thrilling and terrifying, filled with riddles and references only someone close to her would understand. But she couldn't fathom who it could be.

Finally thinking back to herself, from how she first saw him—a figure standing in the middle of the clearing, bathed in the pale moonlight streaming through a broken window. He was tall, his face obscured by the shadows, and the silence between them was almost deafening.

Text Man: he spoke softly, his voice a blend of nostalgia and regret. "It's been a long time."

She was taken back, memories flooding back with each passing second. 

Nakisa "Why did you reach out like this? Why all the secrets?"

He sighed, running a hand through his hair. 

Text Man: ”I needed to see you, to explain everything. I didn't know how else to get your attention.”

Their conversation unfolded, each revelation peeling back layers of misunderstanding and unanswered questions. As they talked, Nikita felt the tension slowly dissipating, replaced by an understanding of the choices and circumstances that had led them both here.

As Nakisa cautiously ventured deeper into the warehouse, Nakisa's eyes caught sight of a shadowy figure lurking in the corner. The figure stepped forward, revealing himself as a tall man with a rugged appearance. His face was partially obscured by the low light from the flashing computer screens, but his presence was commanding.

Text Man: Nakisa the man spoke in a gravelly voice, "I've been expecting you."

Startled yet intrigued, 

Nakisa took a tentative step closer. "Who are you?" she asked, trying to keep her voice steady. (The man offered a cryptic smile.) 

Text Man: That’s not important right now. What matters is what I have for you."

Without another word, the man reached into his coat pocket and pulled out a crumpled envelope. He handed it to Niksa with a nod, as if entrusting her with a secret of great importance.

Nakisa hesitated for a moment before accepting the envelope. She quickly examined it, noting the unfamiliar handwriting scrawled across the front. Her fingers trembled slightly as she opened it, revealing a single piece of paper inside.

The letter was brief, but its message was clear. It contained an address, a location where Tinashe was rumored to be hiding. Sarah's heart leapt with a mixture of hope and anxiety. She had been searching for Tinashe for what felt like an eternity, and now, she was closer than ever to finding her.

Nakisa: Why are you giving me this?" (She questioned, looking up at the mysterious man.)

His eyes met hers, and for a moment, Nakisa thought she saw empathy. 

Text Man: Let’s just say it's in both our interests that you find her! (he replied enigmatically.)

Now with the envelope clutched tightly in her hand, Nikisa nodded in gratitude. She knew this was a pivotal moment in her journey. The path ahead was uncertain, and yet, she felt a renewed sense of determination coursing through her veins.

As she turned to leave, the man's voice echoed once more in the vast emptiness of the warehouse. 

Text Man: Be careful, Not everything is as it seems."

The words lingering in the air, Before she could step back into the world outside, the address burning a hole in her pocket. Clueless of the incoming danger that didn’t change her being ready to face whatever lay ahead, driven by the hope of reuniting with Tinashe and uncovering the truth.

Ex: Kudzai & Stephan (30 minutes after they left) 

Stephan hoped his final glance around the dimly lit warehouse one last time was enough before leaving Nikisa alone, ensuring everything was in order before he left. The echoes of his footsteps faded as he approached the car door. After a deep breath, he pushed it open and stepped into the crisp car air.

The sun dipped below the horizon, painted clouds with hues of orange and pink across the sky in the glow of the moon. As Stephan sat in the passenger seat of the car, his eyes catching the vibrant colors peeking out from an old, worn box in the back of the car. It was a box he hadn't seen in, filled with memories that instantly transported him back to his childhood. The box was crammed with comic books, each cover a portal to another world, brimming with heroes and adventures.The box was a treasure trove of tales, each comic a beloved companion from Stephan's younger days that didn’t have a Tinashe image as the cover. As he reached out and gently lifted a comic from the box, a drizzle of nostalgia from “Shittles” Vol.2 washed over him. The pages, though slightly yellowed with age, held stories that were as vivid in his memory as they were during those long summers. While Stephan flipping through the pages, Stephan couldn't help but smile at the familiar illustrations and the dialogue bubbles that once filled his imagination with wonder. Each comic was a chapter of his life, a reminder of simpler times when the biggest worry of whether the hero would triumph over the villain.These comics were more than just stories; they were relics of a shared legacy. Stephan remembered trading issues with friends in the neighborhood, eagerly discussing plot twists and character developments. It was a time when friendships were forged over shared excitement and the collective joy of storytelling. Now, as an adult, Stephan appreciated these comics in a different light. They were not just tales of capes and superpowers; they were lessons in bravery, resilience, and the complexity of good versus evil. They were a testament to the power of imagination and the importance of storytelling in shaping who we are.

Stephan carefully placed the comic back into the box, a gentle smile playing on his lips. The box of comic books was more than a collection; it was a bridge to the past, a reminder of cherished memories and the enduring magic of stories that continue to inspire, even years later.

In a world where technology and nostalgia collide, there's nothing quite as intriguing as a box full of comic books nestled in the backseat of a high-tech robot car. This peculiar combination of past and future sparks the imagination and invites us to explore the stories and possibilities contained within. Making the comic book a cherished form of entertainment, capturing the imaginations of readers with tales of superheroes, adventurous escapades, and fantastical worlds. As Stephan delves into the box, each comic offers a glimpse into a different era of the Golden Age to the gritty realism of modern graphic novels. This collection is not just a stack of paper; it's a journey through time, a chronicle of evolving art and storytelling. Contrasting with the vintage charm of the comic books, the robot car represents the pinnacle of modern innovation. Equipped with artificial intelligence, it navigates roads with precision and efficiency, offering a glimpse into a future where technology seamlessly integrates into our daily lives. This intelligent vehicle ensures a smooth ride, giving passengers the freedom to lose themselves in the pages of their comics without worrying about traffic or navigation.

The box of comic books and the robot car creates a unique narrative. It's a testament to the enduring appeal while the car epitomizes the future, the comics are a reminder of the timeless nature of creativity and imagination. Together, they offer a rich tapestry of experiences, merging the thrill of futuristic technology with the comforting nostalgia of beloved stories.

As the robot car glides silently down the road, the passenger eagerly dive into the comics, sharing his favorite stories and characters. Each tale is a conversation starter, a bridge that connects different generations and backgrounds. Whether it's discussing the moral dilemmas faced by superheroes or laughing at the antics of beloved characters, these stories foster connection and understanding for Stephan.

In the fast-paced world of today, it's easy to get swept away by the latest technological advancements. However, the box of comic books in the robot car serves as a gentle reminder that the past holds treasures worth cherishing. By embracing both the past and the future, we can create a richer, more inclusive narrative that celebrates the best of both worlds.

Settling into the driver’s seat, Kudzai took a moment to appreciate the serenity of the moment. Kudzai inserted the key into the ignition, and the engine purred to life. Reaching into the center console, he retrieved a well-worn CD case. This particular CD was a collection of songs that held sentimental value, perfect for the drive ahead.

As the car rolled smoothly onto the road, Kudzai slid the CD into the player. The familiar strains of the first track filled the car, enveloping him in a comforting embrace of melody and rhythm. The music was a blend of upbeat tempos and soothing ballads, each track a reminder of different times and places.

The drive was pleasant, the tunes providing a perfect soundtrack to the unfolding scenery. Tall trees lined the road, their branches swaying gently in the evening breeze. Kudzai tapped his fingers on the steering wheel in time with the beat, his thoughts drifting to the conversation that awaited him with Stephan.

The road stretched out before him, but with the music as his companion, Stephan felt nothing but anticipation for the reunion with his friend. This drive, marked by familiar melodies and the promise of rekindled friendship, was just the beginning of a night to remember before all the fast food.

The winding road Kudzai and Stephan cruised down, the highway in Stephan's sleek, nightmare sedan. The windows were rolled down, letting the cool breeze tousle their hair, while the car stereo boomed with energetic beats and catchy lyrics.

Kudzai had spent countless hours curating the perfect playlist for moments like these—songs that made them feel invincible, as if the world was theirs to conquer. There was something magical about the mix of hip-hop, pop, and a touch of rock that got their hearts racing and heads nodding to the rhythm.

The Soundtrack of Their Friendship

1. "Cha Cha - Who Makes It Hotter Live Is This: The upbeat anthem that always got them pumped.

2. “Sky Is The Limit: A guaranteed mood booster with its infectious groove.

3. “YG - Aim Me: The iconic riff that made them feel like rockstars.

4. " - Someone Is Me: A blend of R&B and alternative, perfect for cruising.

5. - TRIPSTAR Its retro vibe gave their ride a touch of nostalgia.

As they drove, the two friends exchanged glances peppered with laughter, knowing they were creating memories that would last a lifetime. With each beat drop, they bounced in their seats, singing along at the top of their lungs. Their voices melded with the music, becoming one with the soundtrack that defined their youthful adventures.

There was an unspoken understanding between Kudzai and Stephan. An appreciation for the simple joys of life. Whether it was the thrill of the open road or the shared enthusiasm for their favorite tunes, these moments were precious. The music gave them confidence more than a feeling that they were indeed the coolest duo on the road.

Kudzai and Stephan knew that the journey was far from over for Tinashe. They were bound by their love for music and the freedom it brought them together, they would continue to chase sunsets, soundtracked by the songs that made them feel alive.

a silent acknowledgment of the bond that the music had strengthened. It wasn't just about the song or the dance; it was about the shared memory they were creating, one that would linger long after the music faded.

In the end, it wasn't just the music that made them feel cooler. It was the connection, the freedom, and the joy that came with it—a reminder of the power music could have in friendship and the magic of the moment.

There's something undeniably magical about driving down the open road, windows down, and music blasting through the speakers. As each song changes, it creates a new atmosphere within the car, transforming the journey into a lively musical adventure.

Whether you're on a solo drive or sharing the ride with friends, a well-curated playlist can make all the difference. The right mix of songs can lift spirits, evoke nostalgia, or simply set the perfect mood for the journey ahead. From upbeat pop hits to soothing acoustic tracks, each song brings its own flavor to the mix.

As the music pulses through the car, it's hard not to get caught up in the rhythm. Kudzai finds himself drumming on the steering wheel, Stephan tapping his foot to the beat, singing along at the top of his lungs. (Hardly knowing all the words, while trying to guess some of them)

 It's as if the car itself becomes an impromptu dance floor, with each passenger grooving to their own beat.

These musical moments on the road often become cherished memories. A particular song might remind Kudzai of a summer road trip with a girl or a late-night drive under the stars. Each song sparked a short conversation, a laugh, or a shared moment of reflection between the two.

Music is the universal language that transcends borders and cultures, and in the confines of a car, it brings people together a lot faster than a random cup of coffee. Regardless of taste or genre, the shared experience of enjoying music while driving creates a bond among passengers that can enhance any journey.

So n consider the power of music to enhance your drive. Let the songs change and the rhythm guide you, like Stephan and Kudzai did turning an ordinary trip into an extraordinary experience. The tracks spun that seemed to electrify the air, each resonating with the rhythm of both their hearts.

Listening to music while driving can transform a mundane journey into a delightful experience. Whether you're on a long road trip or a quick errand, the right soundtrack can make all the difference.

The music at this time was exhilarating, and Kudzai, caught up in the moment, failed to notice the traffic light turning from yellow to red.

Before either of them realized it, Kudzai had driven through the red light. The sudden blare of a car horn snapped them both back to reality. Stephan's heart pounded in his chest as he quickly glanced in all directions, ensuring they hadn’t caused an accident. Thankfully, the intersection was clear, and no harm had been done, but the experience left them both shaken.

After the initial shock wore off, Stephan pulled over to the side of the road. He turned down the music and took a deep breath. Kudzai, understanding the gravity of what had just happened, reassured Stephan that everyone makes mistakes. 

However, it was a stark reminder of the importance of staying alert and focused on the road at all times.

The incident became a turning point for Kudzai & Stephan. Both realized that while enjoying music is a delightful part of driving, it should never compromise safety. From this day forward, Kudzai made a conscious effort to keep the volume at a reasonable level and to pay closer attention to his surroundings.

Stephan and Kudzai often reflected on that day as a valuable lesson in responsible driving. They both understood that distractions can come in many forms, whether it's music, conversations, or even daydreaming. It was a reminder that driving requires full attention and respect for traffic rules to ensure the safety of everyone on the road.

In the end, the incident strengthened their friendship and made them more conscientious drivers, always advocating for safety over entertainment.

End of Act One