After sevral attempts, trying to make this start off right our superhero decides that thier is realy no way to do it properly. So, he put me in charge.

He's getting worse.

She's getting better.

How can you tell?

I'm just guessing.

After reading the file, our superhero is left feeling confused, distraught. He doesn't know which way is up. Or, if he can even find the floor. It was like an information overload. But the kind that is good.

It hurts, but it will make you better.

It will make her better, but not right away.

Soon enough though.

He gained information that he could only speculate before. Oddly enough, he was for the most part right. Quite often he wishes he didn't know so much. But, that is just a pipe dream. For, if forced to do it all over again, it would have worked out the same.

He's a glutton for punishment.

One day, it will work out.

All of this will pay off.

Guys, settle down so I can write this file!

Ok, now where was I...

A long time ago, our superhero actualy had things to do. But, now he's just sitting here ruining his life. Waiting. Hopeing. Lending a helping hand, at the total expense of himself.

But, for what?

For what he truely seeks. It has nothing to do with finantial gain, nor status. It's only slighly ego-centric. The end result is a bit selfish, but the road there definitly isn't.

Your realy good at toying with me.

Don't think of it that way, think of it more along the lines of my way of keeping a poker face. As to not reveal my hand.

shure...

They will all understand soon enough. And, I'm the one that's going to tell them. I've been here for quite some time now, only recently takeing form. Comeing into the known. Helping the others in thier time of need. To explain would ruin it ;) At this point, I'm shure you hate me. But would you want it any other way? I know you wouldn't, some of the best things in life are worth waiting for. And, I'm the one to make you wait.

Feelings change over time.

That they do. Bonds are formed, and they break. Friends come, and go. Sometimes they come back. Quite often, poping up in the wierdest of places.

True.

Like this one. Suddenly disapearing, then much later, poping back up. A diffrent person. A better person. Much more mature, but still having a ways to go. Someone has to show her the way. We don't nessasarly share all of her feelings, but we try to understand them. Try to help her find what she wants. Guide her, and keep her from getting struck by oncoming traffic. But not from skinning her knee. As to let her learn on her own. Where just here to lend a hand when she does skin her knee. To pick up the pieces.

It's getting old.

Relax, it's going to be a fun ride. You of all people will definitly enjoy it.

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