Scene: V Act: I ..."Abide here O spirit." He heard the call from somewhere so very far away. But how did one measure great distances when there was no time, no space? He reached out for the voice, curious. What had called him? What did it want? Where was it? He brushed up against something with... what? His mind? His body? Where was his body? He could not remember. He was free. That was all that mattered. No longer bound to a shell. No longer susceptible to its weaknesses, its flaws. Something grabbed at him. "Abide here." it called. No. He would not return. He was free. Free to roam... It seized him in a grip like iron. His senses screamed in protest, warning that there was motion. Incredible speeds being rendered. Space, there was space, passed before him in the blink of an eye, and fire... Fire!! It flooded all his senses. It permeated his very being. He was the fire. Then he was slamed back into his shell. He was unceremoniously dumped back within the confines of a frame, when he had been free! Boundless. Endless. Not bound to a shell. This weak, pitiful thing that... Something was different. His shell was different. Slowly he became aware of its complexity, its... perfection. There were no weaknesses. No flaws. He felt along its edges, defining this new space. It was massive! It was strong. And it was ready. There was no fear, no pain, no rage, just a deep burning need for...vengeance. VENGEANCE!! He accepted, and opened his eyes...