<strong>Moussad ~ the dashing hero</strong><br/><br/>His slave girl lunged in the wrong direction. He thought she might be cursing. He knew she was falling. And then she fell but only momentarily. He never turned her loose. His hand was her life preserve in a sea of stairs.<br/><br/>“No Madforson, not fall this way now!” Moussad said opening the exit door to level 1.<br/><br/>He looked about to see what the traffic looked like. The only occupant nearby was someone in a white coat carrying a clipboard standing in front of the dinging lift. It looked like a holy man of sorts. Possibly a doctor or butcher. The arrow pointing up just above the closed lift door was blinking. The man seemed to have just missed the lift.<br/><br/>“Hey Snake! It‘s Boneman!!” Moussad shouted to Vern as he pulled Madison along with him.<br/><br/>“Hurry Madforson, we fix you broke now!” Moussad said cheerfully.<br/><br/>