<div class="floatleft">(http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-GmxrshsQIY0/VG1pIGUd6fI/AAAAAAAAAJc/zxR4h4pGVKw/s1600/PeruPart2476_sm.jpg)</div><br/>Name: Dr. Nesbit<br/>Location: In the van stopped by a crash ahead<br/>Time and Date: 11:35<br/>Tagging: DJ, Bobby-Jason-Ricky, Melody, Ayano, Cam and 1 Teammate / Open<br/>Wearing: khaki pants and shirt with boots.<br/><hr/><br/>That itch, that gnawing itch in the back of the mind somewhere, for some it is the best feeling in the world. Images, snippets of speech in several languages, maps, endless pages in books with endless text swirled through Dr. Nesbit's mind in a seemingly unmanaged cyclone. It was far from random though. From the swirl came comparisons, groupings, themes...connections. He had trained his mind to work nearly on its own while he stared out the window watching the crappy little LA houses, corner stop-and-rob stores, and glass covered buildings. As the van worked its way back and forth along a maze of side streets Nesbit's ideas were forming and solidifying. The absurdity of today's events started coming up against folk stories told by tribes on the other side of the world... then skeletal remains from the Russian steppes... then... then... almost... "What about.." he thought as a final connection hovered just under his consciousness. Given another minute he would have shouted "Holy shit!" from his final conclusions. Instead he shouted "Holy shit!" as he was propelled into the back of the driver's seat. Ricky's stomping on the breaks had caught him completely by surprise and sent him sliding off his seat landing hard on the floor. In an instant the whiteboard in his mind that had been covered with decades of fear research was startled clean. If you asked him at that moment what he had been thinking about he would honestly have to take a minute to remember and even then would have to start all over.<br/><br/>He climbed back onto the bench seat just as Melody jumped off of it, opening the door and shouting to someone outside. As he sat back into his seat he rubbed his right knee. He had hit it pretty hard on the back of the driver's seat. Before he looked up someone new had landed in the seat next to him. Dr. Nesbit found himself instantly feeling a new itch. Crowded close to him was a slender, small, asian... beauty. She wore a white top that from his greater height afforded him with a view directly down her cleavage - small but perfect just the way he liked them. Around her waist was wrapped something that he couldn't make out exactly but it shown in fire red with pink leaves adorning it. She was topped with cascading black hair which he envisioned as forming a private hiding spot for the two of them as she leaned down straddling him in his imagination. The sheathed sword in her hands sent a spark right through him as any woman did with stunning looks and an interesting mystery element. He had only witnessed it personally once but without even trying he began remembering phrases traditionally used to negotiate buying women like this from their fathers. "She has to be mine," he thought then reflecting on his own reactions added, "Interesting."<br/><br/>DJ's voice cut through his thoughts, grabbing his attention and focusing it on the front seat. "Get the fuck out of here Ricky! Reverse! Reverse! Go! Go! Go!." Nesbit followed DJ's shocked look out the front windshield to see the enraged person descending the piled up cars coming their way. The van popped into movement but then seemed to lumber along at far less than 'get-away' speed. Ricky leaned out the passenger window looking back to steer clear of the debris that seemed to be everywhere now. "Hold on!" he shouted after a time that seemed like an eternity. Ricky snapped the wheel to the left and the van abruptly turned, hopping a curb in reverse and pushing halfway over a four foot chain link fence surrounding a burned out yard and home. Ricky ground the gears while DJ and the others shouted curses, either at the driver or at their bruised heads and shoulders. The passengers bouncing throughout the van resumed as Ricky found first and sent the lumbering old van back down the road they had come from taking the first left, again weaving through the neighborhood.<br/><br/>Nesbit's attention quickly turned back to the woman crowded into the middle of the bench seat between him and Melody. When she finally turned to look at him he tried to set the tone in Japanese, "Hisashiburi."<br/>