Llewelyn Baines, son of Hades, god of death, had not expected to drop everything in his grasp when a sudden vision overcame him. 
Though if he had, he wouldn’t have been holding a priceless paleontological artifact, he supposed. 
Ah, well. If fifty-eight million years of weathering and climate hadn’t been able to destroy this fossilized dorsal vertebra of Titanoboa, how could a little gravity hope to measure up? He came to his senses on the ground by the projector screen, head in his hands. He looked over at the vertebra, up at the concerned faces of thirty established and publicized scientists, and said, “[color=746363]Uh. . . It’s fine?[/color]”
From behind him, his boyfriend scoffed. “[color=7ea7d8]Forget the rock, genius. You don’t normally black out in the middle of a lecture, even if you are hopelessly excited. What happened?[/color]”
Llewellyn frowned, curling onto his side and pulling himself up with Joshua’s help. “[color=746363]It’s a [i]fossil[/i], not a rock, and [i]no[/i], I’m not going to “forget it,”[/color]” He knelt down, carefully picking the backbone up, and dusted it off. “[color=746363]I’m fine. I just have to go make a call.[/color]”
“[color=7ea7d8]To your doctor? Cool. Excellent idea.[/color]”
He turned around and made a face. “[color=746363]No, not to my – to a friend. Something’s going on.[/color]”
Joshua’s face lit up with understanding, or some semblance of it. “[color=7ea7d8]Go. I’ll wrap things up and chase these old losers out.[/color]”
Llewellyn shook his head violently, immediately regretting it as a wave of dizziness crashed into him. “[color=746363]Shit. Whatever. I’ll let you know what’s going on as soon as I do.[/color]”
Outside of the conference room, he pulled his hair up and out of his face. From the bottom of his bag, he pulled out an old flip phone. He pressed a number, triggering speed dial, and held it up to his ear. 
“[color=746363]Ivy? Ivy? It’s Lyn. I think something bad just happened.[/color]”



[color=292828]S̡̡̫̹̣̫̦̫̭̫͙͉̱͕̦͍͕̰͚͇̰͘͞o̰͖̫͚̣̼̦̮̭̺̖̩̦̭͘͞ͅm̵̨̠̜̭͚͕̹͕̮̪͕͖̕ͅẹ̷͚̳̞̼͖̦͔̗̗͙͚͈̣̻͈̘́̕͝w͕̹̬͇̲͟͟h͜͏͓̥̝͈̯̳̪́e̵̝͚̹͓̠̝͖̟͎̙͢͝͡r͏̧̞̻̟͉̘̖̱͠͠͝ͅḛ̴̣̦̟͢ ̷̴̨̡͇̬͙̯̝͎̫̥̖̮͙̳̭͈͉͡n҉̧̕͏͇͇̬͙̮̞͕̞̟̬̣̹̮̳̮ę͙̞̬̭̥̬̤̯̼͕̗̟͕̹̀͢ͅì̜͉̠͔̹̟̝̼̪̹̯̀̕t̮͖̱̹̬̤̣̼̫̤̰͠h̸̙̻̤̱̹͓̪͕̰̥͎̭̝͇̦͕͞e̸̹̻̙͍͕͕̱̪̜̙̬͇̺͙͙̻͙͇̤͟͞͠͠r͠͏̳̗͍̲̖̞̥ ͏̬͙̬̺̘̺̺̫̪̘͟d̝̮̘̭̱͚̼̰̜͚͇̻͖̖͙͉͓̪͟ͅa҉̵̡҉͍̻̖̹̦̰̹̙̗̙͕̻̰̥̙̮̻̞̼͞r̡̨̻͇̤̠͓͢͡ͅͅk̛̠̮̫̬̝͙̦͎̯͇͔̼̘̠̲͓͞͝ ͏̴͕̲͚̟̘͇̩̝̥̤̪͕̫̪ͅn͏̕͏̡̧̰͇̻̫̩̩̬̺͎̬̼̖͓̺o͚̮̱̻̻̱͚̮̟͔̭͉͟͝ͅr͏̴̸̳͈̪̤̳͘͜ ̸̧̢̙̫͢͡ͅͅb̶̞̘̠̟̖̟̩͙͓̬̀͝͡r̵̢͟͏̷̮̳̰̩į̵̼̟̪̝̦̙͢ͅg̶͍̪̱̬͙̻̩͔̭̀h̡̗̱͈̟̲̪͚̞̠̕t͙̲̫̣̰̖̦͓̟͍͎̀͝,̬̩̙̩̖͎͎̱̮̳̯̝͇̠̤̩̀͟ͅ ̶͜͏̵̜͕̯̝͈̰̼̤̯͚̬͙͙̱͎͘ͅͅn̦̣͇̹̠͜͝ȩ̼̙̝̮̺̭̀́͟ͅi̷͟͏̸̱͙̮͚͝ͅț̲͎̝̀͡h̷͠҉͍̩̮̯͇͈͙̬̹͓͙̜͖̼͚̺̳͖e̸̡̧̬̘͓͕͚̜͈͉̕r̴̷͇̗͈͕͎̺̫̬̞͕̀ ͉͍̦̭̤̟̪̗͖̬͓͇̮͖̩̲̀͞ͅh̹̭͔̼͇̕̕͟͢ͅǫ͖̦̼̥̘̮̳̱̮̣͈̥̻͘͝͞ͅt̡͘҉̯̖̰̙̖̖̗̟̭͍̗̝͉͔ ̛͎͈̮͓̠͢n̢͟͏̷̟̪̬̬͕̤̹̖̰̩̭̣̙̝̮͉ǫ̷̡͉̤͚̰̲̥̭̣̯̠͔̺̭͘ŕ̶̥͍̜͓̺̞̠͓̲̭̱͖̕ ̸̸̦̞̹͙̳̕͜͞ç̧̗̱͇͉͎̗͇̙͈̹̕ờ̴̷̞̫̬̫̮̺͇̫̟̬͙͓̩̭̟̰̥l̵̴̹͈̫͘͟d̵̮͉̮͖̜͘͝ͅ,҉̡̫͙̣̯͔̦̀͞ ̨̨̰̫̗͓̜̪͟ͅǹ̵҉̛̖͓̼̣͓͍̙͇ę̕͠҉̵͙̳̥̬̻̬̳̺̱͓̳i̴͏̸̛̪̲̯̹̼̮̞̹̦̣͡t̵͏̡̢̭̟̩͉̺̹̟̲̝̩̝͔̘̖͚h̛͏̤͈̠̣͙͚̠̹̠̗̹͈̖ͅé̛͝҉̬̠͖̣̱̮͚̦̩̮͕ͅͅŕ̶͖̹̟̲́͡ ͢͞҉̜̟̱̭̟̩̲̞͙̠͖̰̪̤̙r̷̵͕͉̜͈̦̤̬̬͖̭͇̞̟͟͞ͅe͏̤̜̪̬̭͇͕̯͍̗͓͇͝͝a̷̦̦̘̫̣̠̭̰̣͚̖̱͚͝l̛̳̖͉̻̰̮͉͔̜͡ ̨̧̙̳̟͚̺̫̯͎̯̱̬̰̞̱̫̜͢͝ǹ̘̯̗͍̮͙̼̥̭̟̲̮̭͚͜͟ơ͙͙̬͍̭͖̝̞̬͙͙̗̦͜͠ͅͅr̕͜͞͏̩̤̭̺̪̝̳͕͖̫̼̹͕̜̘̪ͅ ̢̖͈̝̲̲̗͕̳̗̟͉̦̘͎͙͔̗̕͜͡͠i̸̶̢̡̳͇̰͉̘͖͈͢m̸̫͓̩̘̮͕̹̺͢͝a̷̸͓̖̫͇̙̣̭͇̱̣̞͢͝g̀̀͘͠҉̩̙̩̰̩̠̩̩̣͕͍̳̭ͅi͏̸̖͇̤̙̥͉̙̱̫̙͈̠͎̮ͅǹ̴̢̧̯̻͈͈̝̲͇͓̟̙͠ͅą̺͓͖͔̮̺͚͚̺͖͟͝ͅr̵̶̸̨͔̼̞̟̗̹̱̝̙͔̖̠͘y͉̻̮̟̘͇̱̘̭̙͔̰̥͠,͞͠҉͓̹͖͚̩̱̲͚͠ ̶̶̡̲̮̥͚͎̤̜͇̪̳̦̹̮̙̕t̴̵̤͓͓̟͎̙͓̦͜͠h͉̖̻̝̀̀͜è̴̢͉̝͔̙̤̝̯̙͢͝ ͘͏̡̛͏̹̪̤̼̭̰͉s̴̸̺͇̣̣͍̱̣͙̻͈̹͕̲̲̲̱̜̤̜͝a̷͇͉͖͇̳̠̝̝̫̙͓͕͞ǹ̬̝͉̳̙͝d͏̤̠̺̩̹̫̝̹̪̭̪̳́͡ ̱̼̲̹̼̼̗̟̮̬̕͝͞b̷̸̲̼̯̩̗͖̖̥̹̺̺̜̻͓̮̀͠ȩ̶̤̱̫͇̩͉̭́͟g̡̧̢̛͍͍̙̩̜̱̗̰͔̗̼̺̱̣͠į̷̝͔͓̜͍̰͈͚͍͔̰͉͖͇͎̫̳͢͝ͅń̷̝̙̭ͅş̷̵̷̠̜̰̟͙̞͚̳̝͓̻͓̱̯͎̜ ̶̡͏̰̺͎͖̟͇̣͈̖̕͞t̛͏̸̟̠̥͉͙̟̠̜̜͉̯͢ǫ̶̝͎̟̩̱̻̮̤̩̱͖̕͟ ̖͙̘̜̘̘͚͔͔̤͖̙̠̬̜̀͟ś̸͉̜̖͔͈̕͜ḩ̩̲̗̯̜͘ì̧͚̬̥̺̼̘̣̙̻͉̩̟̰͙̜̳̪f̴̡̤͍̲͔͓̳̣̙͎͕̕͢͝t̡͕̲̱͈͚̫̲̼̲͍͕̮͈̮̘́͢ͅ.͏̸̧̻̻̞͉̗͇̭̱͚̦̳̱̺̮̺̝͔̼͘[/color]