The ghoul's skin had mostly melted off it's skulls so that the eyes seemed to dance crazily. For Dwemer, never having seen a ghoul before, the visage was shocking. "Brother, you're in bad fucking shape. You should see a doctor." But Roadrunner intervened. "Wait. You're the message from out of time. I saw you in a dream." Daniel looked at the girl. "Babe, if you are having sex dreams about ghouls, you need some lovin bad." "No. You know about the past." Said Roadrunner. "The past? Hell, I come from the past." Said Daniel. "Yes, and you are the key to the future." Said Roadrunner. "What do you know about the Hollow Men." Daniel stopped cold, his mouth hung open. In his mind the dark man. The dark sunglasses hiding black pits where eyes should be. The sense of vacume sucking everything in, consuming all. "The Hollow men..." was all Daniel Stuttered. Then the ghouls fainted. Dwemer looked at the ghoul lieing on the ground. "I think he's dead. He looks dead. We should take him someplace before one of the dogs starts to chew on his limbs." Indeed one of Shady Sands dogs was already sniffing, and others were coming. Dwemer saw the dog shyly flick it's tongue over the apparently dead man, as if trying to discern if the man was dangerous to eat. Judging by the man's rotting skin, perhaps such caution was well justified. "No he just looks like he's dieing. He's a ghoul, but ghouls don't much care for sunlight. So let's get him in." Said Roadrunner. "Was this the one we were waiting for?" Asked Dwemer. "No, there are two more." -------------------- "So baby, what was Vault 15 like?" Asked Melvin. Katrina was lieing next to him, and Melvin like the feeling of her lovely white breasts against his skin. After the fight with the tentacled beast, this was a nice place to come home to. In fact he was thinking maybe he should never leave. When Katrina didn't at first answer, Melvin checked to see if she was asleep. All night long and she was still wanting. No, not asleep. "There was a lot of division there." Said Katrina, slowly. "What do you mean?" "I was too young. I don't remember." "You must have remembered something." Insisted Melvin. "My parents took me out of there, but they were killed before they got here." Said Katrina. "I don't like to talk about it." Melvin let that sit for awhile. Then Katrina said something else. "There was something wrong with Vault 15. Always. They were digging deep. I don't know why. There was something wrong there, something dark. Before my father died, he asked me never to go back to Vault 15. There is evil there." Melvin tried to hold her, to offer some comfort, because he had learned it was important to give a little lovin after the deed was done if you wanted another helping, and what man didn't want more. Then he said. "What do you think he meant. I'm supposed to be going there." Katrina looked at him. "I wish you wouldn't. Daddy said there was something else at Vault 15, something older than the vault, older than mankind. Something that wasn't happy and wanted out, and was willing to use people for its dark ends. It's a terrible place." "Probably just superstitions." "Maybe." She said, "Maybe not."