I have 6 days, 7 hours, and 24 minutes until my dead line and do you want to know who the loudest voice in my head is right now? It isn't Emmerson, or Owen, or Chris, and it defiantly isn't Larain. It is no one even remotely related the the story at hand. It is Tristan. He is just full of things to say and I can't write them down right now because I need to focus. sheesh, he has the worst timing!