Navarez opened the scroll. He was not great orator, but he tried to keep his voice steady in inflection while reading official correspondence.<br/><br/>"To faithful King Geoffrey; greetings from the land of sun and snow. It is my hope that my letter finds you well. It has come to my attention from a lesser angel that Wesley Theodore Bux is here, in Cyrch. I am sure he wishes to return home, but please assure him we will meet should he decide to visit. The journey here is more than he can handle alone. He should know his soul mate is being prepared now, it is someone has has met. I send greetings from his son, Brandis, who says 'Dad, come home soon so I can hear about your stories at work. Love Brandis.'<br/><br/>"Send greetings also to your daughter, the fair Kiara and let her know, please, that her soul mate is also being prepared for her. Sincerely - The Sorceress of the Realm of humility."<br/><br/>When Wesley heard the letter, he was in complete shock. He nodded his head several times and exclaimed, "My son should tell me about his stories, not worry about my work. I'm here because of it. And my soul mate? I've met her? I've ... only met ... well, who could that be?" he asked toward Kiara. There was an awkward stare from Wesley to her, and inside of Navarez there was a tinge of jealousy. Deep in his heart, he wanted Kiara to love him. He admitted to himself he loved Kiara, but he also assumed no matter his opinion - she was going to marry the Grand Duke. Instead of dealing with what emotions began welling up, he bowed before the king with final words, "I shall ensure there are sufficient guards for this feast, your excellency" and left without saying anything further.<br/><br/>Wesley realized he inadvertently became the focal point; why would they create a feast just in his honor? There were so many injustices before him; a Princess being married to a Grand Duke who's lust for power seemed corrupting; a guard obviously wanting to spend more time with her; a benevolent king teeter tottering on the brink of senility; and a feeling in his heart for the Princess that he could not shake. Realizing what a fool he had been, he quickly shifted his eyes away from Princess Kiara and spoke up. "I certainly appreciate the room and food; there is no need to go to any trouble for my sake. I will gladly tell you about New Jersey, but I guess I need to find this sorceress."<br/><br/>***********************<br/><span style="color: #FFFF00"><br/>Dr. Stevens was crying on the phone with his daughter, Amber. He didn't realize what effect this was going to have on him. She offered: "Hey, I can stop by every night and we can talk about it, cuddle a little, I'll listen, watch a movie with you, whatever I can to get you through it."<br/><br/>Stevens countered, "I want to go back; I want to go back so bad, and I want to take you with me. They say these are symptoms that happen when you meet someone else who has gone to other worlds. You start getting cravings you've not had before."<br/><br/>Amber replied, "Dad; you and I agreed we find a way to go back together. Then we could live happily ever after, just you and me forever." Stevens returned, "I think I'm going to need your help. Otherwise, I might ... I might ..." He paused, sitting in his easy chair at the apartment and hearing the tic toc of the old clock. What would he say to his daughter? He'd conduct experiments on the body to see perhaps what portal could send him and Amber back to the fantasy world. He'd make lots of observations?  He'd violate his Hippocratic Oath for his own selfishness? No, he couldn't do those things. It wasn't right, he was going to be trusted to stop by for home care. <br/><br/>"Amber, you're right. I need you here, especially on the nights I visit Wesley's family. But cuddling is out of the question, you're too old for that, you don't want me doing that to you.  But, I could use the companionship, as long as you don't have a date or anything."<br/><br/>Amber laughed and huffed. "No Dad, I promised you I wouldn't marry until we go to the place you were when you went into coma. No boyfriend could understand what we went through together. I want to see it and experience it with you. And I'm not too old to give my old man a hug. Maybe I should move back in" Amber said,  hoping to console her father. He quickly said "No, you need to live out on your own."<br/><br/>"And it's not wrong, is it? Just to take some observations of this Wesley person; maybe he's the key to getting back, Dad? And what about this Audrey woman? Is there a prospect there?"<br/><br/>Wesley hadn't considered it; he would be the only male as far as he could tell in her life. And she was very pretty; but he had to stay professional. He had to help guide the family bring Wesley back, not get involved with his own issues. Finally, he said, "If in order for me to learn more about Wesley, I have to get to know Audrey better ... then I'll do anything. But no, I can't. I need you to come with me the first night and keep me on the straight and narrow path. We can find another way back to the world I visited."<br/><br/>To this Amber agreed on the phone that he would accompany him on the first night; but in her heart of hearts, she had been waiting for this moment. She and her Dad had a strained relationship growing up; suddenly, their friendship blossomed after his visit to the other world. She didn't want that wearing off of him; she didn't want him forgetting it. Quite frankly, she didn't want to lose him. She was desperate and no guy she dated ever understood her obsession about it. So she promised herself ... Audrey .. Wesley ... she didn't care who the people were. She would do what it took to get her and her father back to the land and screw anyone who tried to stand in her way. But, she had to play her cards cool for right now. Besides, maybe Audrey is a door mat and this would be a lot simpler than she anticipated.<br/><br/>Amber decided; she will be the one in charge of this home care situation. Not her father; she knows what's best for him.</span>