Nar.: John rose to his feet and started to move towards Crytos. Calia sat stunned and silent. After a short time, she realized John was threatening Crytos. She waved a slender hand in his direction, freezing him in place. Crytos eyes widened.

Calia: What am I then?
Patrick: Well�we don�t exactly know you see�we, Lilith, Crytos, and myself, created you.
Calia: So�I�m an experimental creation?
Patrick: Pretty much.
Crytos: (gesturing toward John) How�d you do that?
Calia: (distracted) Huh?
Crytos: How did you freeze him?
Calia: Oh�just something I picked up a while ago.

Nar.: Crytos poked John to see if there was any response. John didn�t even flinch.

Crytos: Interesting�I have a proposition that might interest you.
Patrick: What proposition?
Calia: What is it?
Crytos: Come with me to travel through Illyrium.
Patrick: But we haven�t finished the traveling thing.
Crytos: Ah�but don�t you see what I am seeing? She�s�she�s beautiful!

Nar.: Calia gave him an odd look, put her hand up to her throat and played with a crystal that hung around her neck.

Crytos: Don�t you see? (holding Patrick by the shoulders facing Calia)
Patrick: No�oh! I understand. Um�Miss Ballard, may I see that crystal?

Nar.: Calia froze and then unlatched her necklace.

Calia: (handing it to Patrick) My mother, I mean, Lilith gave it to me�
Patrick: (examining the crystal) Hmmm�yes. Yes! A power crystal!
Calia: A power crystal? What�s that?
Patrick: Come, come. I must show you something.

Nar.: Patrick grabbed Calia�s arm and dragged her into the adjoining room, with Crytos following.

Nar.: In the center of the room, a metal construction with a number of colorful buttons and switches, stood.

Calia: What�s this?
Patrick: It�s an inter-planer particle-transmitting device, or, it can be called, a transporter.

Nar.: Patrick moved around to the far side of the transporter and opened a small compartment. He placed the crystal in a small depression in the metal and closed the door. Then he flipped a switch and the machine whirred to life.

Patrick: Yes!

Nar.: Crytos inputted data into the mainframe computer a turned to Calia, who stood in awe of the complicated contraption.

Crytos: You will be coming�no?
Patrick: Of course she is�

Nar.: Patrick grabbed her arm and pulled her into the growing light.

Patrick: Onward to Anthrax!
Crytos: You never said you wanted to go there!

Nar.: Patrick looked at Crytos in horror as the blinding white light engulfed then sending then spiraling into oblivion.