<strong>Grayson Park</strong><br/><br/>Alan stepped out of the shadows. After having the feeling that he was being watched, it felt silly crouching in the bushes. Plus the little nettles in the nearest bush were telling him not to overstay his welcome. He managed to hear the last part of the conversation, and was eager to learn more. He was looking down and holding his head, as if in thought. "So, you had a dream then did you, sir? And tell me, why would this angel come to<em>you</em>, and offer<em>you </em>that? Were you in some need? He paused a moment more, then lifted his head and became suddenly more animated his voice raising slightly with each statement.<br/><br/>"You said that it was offered to you. . . You had the choice to accept. What was the other part of the offer? What else did the angel ask of you!? What was the price you paid !?!?"<br/><br/>