[center][h2][color=6ecff6]Sigmund O’Welles[/color][/h2][/center]

At the start of his journey, Sigmund would have told you he was more than a little nervous. All of his closest friends had warned him against it. It was a [i]Nexus Point[/i], after all. No one could be completely sure what he'd find there, nor what affect it may have on his physical and mental health. Sig gently reminded them that they only [i]really[/i] existed as a part of his mind, and were therefore not in a position to tell him what to do. That had been that, and he was off.

Now, after a flight to Tallahassee and a nearly 8 hour car ride, he was just glad to be getting [i]anywhere[/i]. 

“[color=6ecff6]This has to be it.[/color]” He remarked to his companion.
“[color=6ecff6]Holy hell! Look at the size of that ship.[/color]”

This exchange might have seemed odd to an outside observer. Aside from Sig, who was sitting in the [b]passenger[/b] seat, there was no one visible in the car. This had alarmed several drivers on the I-75, and one very confused police officer whom Sig had placated by assuring him that [i]yes[/i] this was in fact one of those fancy new self driving cars, despite appearing to be an '89 Chevy Caprice.

The old, apparently phantom driven station wagon pulled up not far from the assembled group at the docks. Sig leaned forward slightly and squinted at them. While one appeared to be of a nautical bent, the other three seemed quite out of place.

“[color=6ecff6]Must be the team.[/color]” He mumurred. They [i]looked[/i] enough like misfits. Maybe this wouldn't be so bad after all.

“[color=6ecff6]Hello there![/color]” He called. “[color=6ecff6]Is this the group going to Spooky Island? I-[b]shit![/b][/color]” Sig tripped a little getting out of the car. A few bottles audibly clattered together in the footwell.

He took an old military backpack and duffel bag from the back seat. “[color=6ecff6]You can go now. Make sure you take this back, yes?[/color]” He said to the empty car, which dutifully reversed out and began to drive slowly away. 

“[color=6ecff6]I wonder whose car that was?[/color]” He mused quietly.

“[color=6ecff6]Anyway, the name's Sigmund. I assume you're Mr. Smith?[/color]” He said to the silver haired man. Then, turning to the rest of them, he added “[color=6ecff6]It's nice to meet all of you. I can't promise things won't get [i]weird[/i], but I'll do my best. I don't want to die in a creep ruin any more than the rest of you.[/color]”