â€œIf you want to know why youâ€™re here, then I shall tell you,â€ His heart nearly flipped in a sinking way at the words of the old lady. If he referred to her as hag his life may as well be cut short while she throws literally out of his front door. The image itself nearly made him chuckle but re-framed from looking like a silly boy.  , â€œYou may or may not like what you are about to hear, in fact you probably wonâ€™t believe me if I gave a detailed explanation so I will stick to the abridged version.â€ There was such a thing as an abridged version? There was a thorough pause as the old hag shoved food onto her plate. A small lingering idea came upon his brain; The old hag could have poisoned him! But even so it would have been his hunger that caused his death. Oh the irony with that.<br/><br/>â€œYou are here because I have seen something in you and I want to give you the chance to turn your life around. Are you satisfied with how you have been living your life?â€ The question rested within a logical prison. Obviously, he would love to turn his boring , writers life around but what was it that she saw in him? Why did he have this need jolt but with held it because curiosity was a hard beast to fend off.<br/><br/>His resolve was bound to be his worst enemy. So in a mere moment he decided to appease the hag. Even if this was too good to be true he would still give it a shot. Nothing could really happen to make his life worse right? Finishing the spiked coffee, and food on his plate he began to stur up words to answer the hag. Again, words were finding themselves jumbled inside his probably nut sized brain.<br/><br/>" Am I<span style="font-style: italic">satisfied</span>with life? Your asking an average book writer about satisfaction. I would not be a semi-horror writer if I was satisfied with the limitations of regular life. The imagination is a much better fascination for any starving writer." He paused and looked down at his empty plate and found the simple humor in his own words. " So maybe , a former starving writer." Without waiting he picked up the plate and brought to the sink, then returned back to his chair.<br/><br/>" So does answer what you needed to know?" His right eyebrow arched in puzzlement.