Rex decided to return to 'Corner Sweets'. It had been a few days, and amazingly his mind seemed to settle down. But more, he was always blasted by nostalgia of memories when his life was far simpler.<br/><br/>Looking through the window for a moment as his hand reached for the door, it appeared empty... yet the door easily opened. Again, sensitive to his entrance days before, he always now opened this door very softly. Hmm, nobody in the front part of the shop yet a cup of coffee released steam on a corner table. Somehow he knew it didn't belong to anybody. Plus most didn't drink their coffee in the utterly black style. This cup had (invisibly) his name written all over it. Rex always had a knack for 'knowing' things. Nothing monumental but his intuition, when he felt it's fingers inside his mind, was always 100% correct.<br/><br/>Upon sitting, another wave of those intuitive thoughts reached inside. Answers! He was going to get some sort of important answer today. Concentrating, he asked that extra thought in his head, 'but an answer to what?'... which the only thing he heard (or believed he heard) was a faint but very maniacal laugh.<br/><br/>Rex sat back in his chair, crossed his legs, took a long sip.. and waited.