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Oswego shook his head again and stretched out on the floor, propping up his torso on his elbows. “You are more than your work, Toveka. You are part of the living tapestry of your universe. Think of it like this. Every living thing is a junction point of dozens… sometimes hundreds thousands or millions… of the threads that bind your universe and hold it together. The same threads that go into you are not all the same that come from you. So the thread I see that is loose should be going somewhere, to someone or something else… some other being… but its not. Make sense now?”

Oswego

She nodded because the concept wasn’t lost on her. What ‘was’ lost on her was her part in it all. “Ok, so I understand we’re all tied together one way or another. But how does this floating thread affect me? Or whatever? I mean, are you here to tell me to go help someone else? Or is someone else supposed to find me? Why come to me?”

In the back of her mind, she felt slow. How was a concept, described so simply, eluding her in understanding? If she was supposed to help him find this mysterious ‘person’, she had absolutely no idea how to go about that.

Toveka
CSO

He looked at her and a mischievous grin played across his face. “Huh… Chuck usually went for girls that weren’t so dense… maybe options are limited in space.” and he chuckled.

“Think, lady. Stop spinning your heels and think.” he admonished her.

Oswego