Rapid Eye Movement.
It seems I haven't fully convinced myself yet whether or not this is a dream or reality.
On one hand, Sterling seems to be more occupied with other issues to hate me...and Tempest and I have common enemies.
On the other hand, I will never change. I will always be the same...dark, conniving...black inside. I will be the yang to so many others' yin.
I will always have a difficult time interpreting where my emotions go...
I will never know my heart.
That is, until tonight. If I was able to reach the epiphany that I can't have all the answers, and I'm comfortable with that, then anything is possible...
That's not the issue at hand. The real issue is this:

Will I like what I see?

*Away on a Vespa I go with the HWF World Champion attempting to make this experience as disturbing as possible. Weaving in and out of other things, corners being cut...it's a very scary experience for me. This is quite true until the open road appears to have faded into black...into darkness and nothing. All that's left is myself, Tempest, and a spotlight.*

Tempest: I'd love to stay and chat, Jon...but I'm late. You know the routine.

Jonathan Storm: I hear you, Tempest. I'll be seeing you around?

Tempest: Don't worry...I'll be here, pop star. You just don't make yourself late. I promise you we'll sit down for a nice discussion when this is all over. *smiles* I'm sure we'll both have plenty of stories to talk about. Now you head over there to that spotlight, and you'll be on your way to the heart of all this.

*Eh...who am I to argue on this matter? I'll just step into the light...and it blinds me! The light overwhelms me, and it makes the room much darker when it fades. This is how I imagined my heart. Everything is sharp and pointed...ever so jaded. Everything is in dark and folorn shades. The technicolor outside is nothing like the gothic interior. The matter seems dark and hopeless...dammit, where's Sterling when I need him most? Well...I guess I'll have to settle for...Sean Boden.*

Sean Boden: You wanted answers, Jonathan? You came to the right place. I think you and I both know why this is a great place to continue the journey.

Storm: Sean? It's hard to say I'm suprised to see you here...you've always been a good friend...it's nice to see that you're not against me...yet.

Boden: Don't get yourself all tripped up and emotional yet, Jon...you've still got a lot of ways to go. I want you to take a look at what I've got in store for you. We're going to go through the four main parts of your heart. The part completely devoted to Suzy. After all, she makes your bell ring, no?

*slyly* Oh, she doesn't, eh? I'm not suprised...you have WAY too many questions about that to make yourself completely devoted to her. After all, where is the Steve Sharp function in that equation? I'm suprised you've never bothered to question that. You question everything else...

Enough about Inferna, eh? How about Door number 2? It's sure enough, Ashlee. You could never let her go, now could you? How long did the two of you invest in love together? Seven years, eh? Seven long years and you threw it away after a one night stand! Jonathan...*shakes his head* you're a fuckin' dumbass. Sorry, bro. It had to be said. Do you know how many times she's called me and Cindy? She's crashing on our couch for heaven's sake! Jonathan...you really need to see that door.

Maybe door number three can provide even more clarity for a man such as yourself. Prudence is in there. You know, the brother you wanted to kill so badly? What did you to him again? Oh yeah, you threw him off a scaffold into a plate glass ceiling. That's brotherly love for you right there...shame, shame, shame, Jon. Your heart isn't only black, but it's ice cold.

And the last door? Well, you'll have to see that one on your own.

Storm: Sean...am I really that bad?

Boden: Well, not in my eyes. We have our differences of opinion and stuff, but to me, you're not that bad. You're just as misguided as the rest of your types. Just take a walk, Jon...it couldn't hurt you...not at all.

*Why the hell is everyone around here so confusing and cryptic? It's crazy, you know? So I'll take a walk, but before I can thank Boden, he's gone...just like Sterling and Tempest. Well, I guess I'll talk to...

Suzy...