Danny Hall rushed down the hallway carrying a tray of coffee cups. He checked his watch while still keeping the coffee tray level, an act he perfected over the four months he worked as an assistant for the film producer, Walter Barry. He knew it was better to arrive early with coffee than it was to arrive late - or even on time, for that matter. He knew he had to overachieve in a job like this to move up, and even with his early coffee deliveries, he doubted he'd be moving up the ladder anytime soon.

James Lovejoy sat in the interrogation room. His handcuffed wrists were hooked to the table by the chain between the cuffs. He lowered his head to run his hands through his black hair, smoothing it away from his forehead. He glanced at the four walls around him. They looked like concrete, and he didn’t see a two-way mirror. He did, however, see a video camera in the corner of the room, and a little red light indicated that it was on. He smiled into it.

He sat at the curb with a cell phone against his ear. “Jesus Christ Harry, where the fuck are you?” he asked. “I can see your car, blocking some poor asshole into his parking spot. You’re going to get a ticket.” Joseph Ellis raised his eyes to see Vic Stevens walking, his hands in his pockets, towards him. “Call me back when you get this,” Joseph said.

The Knight’s brown eyes scanned the path ahead of him as he walked through the swamp. He grew up listening to warnings about the swamp that sprawled between the two kingdoms, and he wasn’t so naïve that he thought they were merely moral lessons for children thinly veiled as fairy tales. He knew things lurked in the swamp, but with his hand placed on the grip of his sword and his years of experience, he felt confident he could face whatever monstrosities lurked through the swamp that wouldn’t let him pass.

Adrian first awoke to the feeling of Ben’s nose on his own. One of Ben’s hands twined together with one of Adrian’s while the other pulled him closer. Ben breathed against him. His glasses pushed up against Adrian’s cheeks. Adrian feared the worst. Ben had died, and this was all some dream of his spirit moving on. Ben kissed his lips lightly, pulling away quickly as if fearing he would get caught.