I had a visitor today, well only one that mattered. Yes a few reporters came by with stupid questions like: “What was it like to bask in the glory of Power House?”
Well that wasn’t the exact question, but it was pretty close. My mother came by to see how I was doing. I would’ve thought the chair should’ve said enough. The doctors said there was a… well I can’t really say what the doctors said. All I know is I’m in this chair for who knows how long.
Enough of my sob story, back to the visitor. As much as I love my mother she wasn’t the most important visitor I had today. Around ten o’ clock in the evening, I come into my living room/kitchen to find Doctor D sitting on my couch. He had brewed himself a cup of my chamomile tea in MY Winnie the pooh mug. Needless to say I was quite miffed.
But he offered me a deal, one that does intrigue me I admit. He told me he would enable me to walk again, if I helped him take down Power House.
Do you know what I should do? I don’t.