"Much better William". The bouncer replied. "Alright. . . well, you know, I love what Goodeman's got to eat too. Everyone does. He has a restaurant chain open, very famous, connected to his corporation, but it's customers are more loyal than Chic Fe Le's, and that's saying something." He began to bite into oriental chicken, General Tso's, some chain restaurants called it. With each hunk of meat he chewed he felt a little better. "Hey, I"m sorry for threatening you before." He gently spoke to the other William who was a couple of tables down. "It's a stressful job no matter how tough you are some times". After an hour and a half in what felt like perfect culinary Heaven, Goodeman finally stood up. "And now, for the toast. Now we have a toast to . . . wholesome pleasures". After toasting all five people at his table, mysterious white lights erupted from all around the room, for a brief second all the dinner guests felt the spirit world around them. . . and then, their past lives were awoken."<br/><br/>Jacob, a man who had been quiet during this whole commotion, sitting right next to William looked at his hands. They were dark blue. . . like a Navi from that movie, Avatar, except, his body, was the same. Somehow, someway, he was a different person. . . six of him, all at once? And five of them separate, in his psyche, all coming out to speak with him inside himself. What the hell is going on?" He thought to himself. "Do. . . do any of you, feel different?" He looked at William. Jacob's souls all laughed gently at him.