"Special shipping's floor please." Kyle said with a grin as he walked in and stood in back to give the others room to get in.  He whistled "Love in an elevator" as he let Max get in by him, flashing her a grin. He figured it was better than showing how nervous he was or the fact that part of him was nearly giddy at the idea of regaining Magic.<br/><br/>He was very conflicted. Truth be told if it wasn't for this world being so barren of imagination, he'd try to stay. But the artist and writer in him couldn't stand it. No world was livable without imagination to lighten the darkness.