Fahst!

Well, not much to say; the flare has been lit again, and the soul is clawing to inhabit the body it's once forsaken.

...." "That's about the same age distance between Harper and I." "She yaunger'r older? Ken't recahll if ya mintioned." "Older. I made it out of the house first." "Heh. Bett ya ran ahs fahst as ya could." Charles nodded quickly. "Never looked back." "Where'dya go?" Pickles asked, flicking some ash into the tray. "College. NYU." Charles said, picking up the ashtray and setting it in his lap when...