Damian was in the far bottom right corner of the library reading an old dusty book, he peers over at John Overlord who is exiting the mouth of the library as he briefly turns the next page of his book. He then proceeds onwards out of the library double doors, carrying the freshly stamped red book along with him. Damian quickly reaches down in his pocket and manages to finally fish out his car keys. He looks around the library car park, his eyes finally navigates towards his 1955 Ford automobile, his car brings off a new glaze of turquoise paint like a glazed topping on a cake which compliments the dark charcoal coloured tires that hold this mighty stallion of metallic beauty in place. It never seemed to show not one spec of residue at all, it simply always smiled back at Damian with it's permanent Grill-like smirk. But Damian had no intention to smile back.

As Damian puts his keys into the ignition, quality of such rivetingly disturbing memory had overcame him. Damian stared emotionless at the keys as the car hummed away. This time only just a month ago that same car was beside him, and his spiritual father was holding the keys in front of him, slumped, lifeless, his abdomen raptured from a bleeding gunshot wound crying "They've shot me. You must..RUN. Take these and GO!"..."But I can't leave you here!" Cried Damian. "There's something you must know you must join the seekers to stop them..It's the orga.." He begins to choke on his on words-He collapses and a bright red pool of blood spilled from his body, he died that day. Then all of a sudden Damian stopped remembering. He opens his car door and gets in, he drives off away from the library going down to the road supposedly where John Overlord was heading off to.