Hindsight.

A single blink of the eyelids was all it took for me to return to the V.I.P. lounge where this all started. Staring forward at an empty screen, I had all the inspiration I needed to begin crafting my story again. I opened the word processor and prepared to type the first few lines, but I got nothing. Writer’s block was stifling me. My ideas had all dammed themselves up at the forefront of my mind, and I was unable to get any of the words to flow from my fingertips and onto the screen. “Maybe I should just put it aside for a while,” I thought, “and I’ll come back to it when I’m able to sort all of this out.”

Later on, I began to realize that this would follow me for the rest of my life…if I let it. I understood Kai’s words to be those of encouragement – a reason to drive me forward and motivate me to complete my story sooner rather than later. In the process I had a license to change many things. I was able to make my journey easier. I could find out about Phocus’ history in the beginning, I could understand more about the Tzoid and the meaning of my travels, I could save Cliff Brooks from falling off the observation platform, and I could even go back and smooth out all the rough spots along the way. I could change anything I wanted, but why would I? This was how it happened for me, and I was determined to stay true to my experience.

When I finally found time to be alone, I secluded myself in an empty office of the casino. With nothing but inspiration to guide me, I reopened the file containing my story and began typing: “The low tide lapped gently at my ankles. With each break, waves pulled the fine sand from around my battered body and back out to sea…”

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