<strong>Enzo's Clinic</strong><br/><br/>One danger of the tropics, Enzo reflected, was that there were so few indications of the passage of time. Doubly true when you were effectively immortal. The parade of slaves, tourists and agents that passed through their little island paradise formed the only calendar worth tracking. Today had been unusually productive, yet the experiences left him wanting more. Use of the Power was addictive, to be sure, in a purely psychological sense.<br/><br/>He could go to the Brothel, borrow one of Maria's charges and exercise his fantasies upon them without limit. But another thought struck him. It had been some time since he had visited the Village. There were no appointments for the rest of the day, and if anyone needed him they could wait. It was time to take a little walk.<br/><br/>--> To the Village, in the Wilderness