Prologue

“Thank you,” he was spoken to once more, and Lance turned to see his guest already half-way out the door, not looking at him. “If we meet again, I’ll be sure to repay you better than my quiet company.”The door snapped shut, and Lance felt the shrieking in his head, the never ending questions and comments slamming themselves into his brain as he tried to find the words to explain that night. Nothing came to him. He pushed the boy, and the meeting, to the back of his skull.[Or, alternatively, the part where all the shit starts unfolding and we see the beginning of something magnificent.]