Paul Cronin has never been one to improvise. Now he’s found himself in the middle of a brand new world, with brand new rules. He would be the first one to play by those rules—heck, he’d relish them—if only he knew what they were.Luckily for Paul, his predecessor Marlin already discovered the lay of the land, and that research is passed along to him. It should help him orient himself. Unfortunately, Marlin’s logic is so bizarre, poring through his notes offers very little comfort. What kind of man believes in all that airy-fairy new age stuff?And, more importantly, what kind of man is Paul?(8600 word novelette - appx 30 pages)Note: this is part 3 of 8 in a serialized story