Team Shoryuken were soon hailed as champions, especially the mysteriously-hooded autistic James Campbell, who was given a mixture of both patronising sympathy and genuine congratulations.  It annoyed James slightly, but he was riding far too high on the waves of victory to even care.  The group soon met outside around 6.30pm, sitting in a park outside.  The bus was planning to leave tomorrow.  The money they counted up came to $6000 precisely.
	"Wow this is a lotta money!" said Roy with innocent surprise.
His friends agreed with meticulous nods, barely able to encompass such an amount of wealth.  Tommy began to stack it up as Jack debated:
	"So how we gonna split this guys?"
	"Well," said Tommy, "six divided by four is uh...1.5, right?"
	"Right.  So, that makes it-"
	"$1500 for each of us." said James, slightly surprised at his quick deduction.
	"Right."  Tommy placed them into four neat piles.  "So uh, that's good right?"
The four all nodded amicably with agreement that it was definitely plenty for each of them, but Roy piped up with:
	"Wait, James!  Uh...you really gonna need earth money?"
	"Well..."
The raptor gently packed his share of stacked bills into his satchel, slowing down upon realisation of this question.
	"I uh...I dunno how long I'll be staying here, It'll be good to have myself covered though."
	"You better spend it good then, cuz it's gonna be useless when ya leave to get back home."
	"...huh, yer right."
He looked at his money with concern, knowing this to be true.  On the one hand, this was the biggest load of cash he ever had in his entire life.  On the other hand, it would be absolutely useless for his travels, even back home.  With a heavy heart of resignation, he asked his friends cautiously:
	"Hey uh guys?  Uh...I dunno if I'll really need the money."
	"Wha?"
	"I mean, Roy's right, this is gonna be useless if I leave this planet and well, other than just being a collector's thing..."
	"But," Tommy protested, "You won the money too!  You shouldn't give it away!"
	"I knoooow I really wanna keep it, I never had this much money in my life!"
	"Well keep it!"
	"Oh what's the point of money if I just save it up?  What am I, Scrooge?"
	"Hah, I loved that guy."  Jack smirked at remembering such a name with a small nod to himself.
	"That show was awesome.  Anyone remember that?"
Tommy nodded with a smile as James continued.
	"But, you guys'll need it more than I do.  I can't even take the damn trophy with me, I mean this thing's pretty big!"
	"Well..."  Tommy pondered upon an idea.  "Tell you what, we'll take the trophy back home, me and Jack.  We already agreed about that since Roy's gonna live here in Fourside.  But...why don't you keep the money anyway?  It can be like a collector thing, really we got enough!"
	"You guys sure about that?"
	"Totally, come on, it's a gift from us."
	"Haha...okay, thanks!"

The raptor patted his satchel happily, and with business done, found that he had no more reason to stay with the boys anymore.  They all knew it in fact, the four turning awkwardly silent with their own paths to go.
	"So uh..."
	"Yeah?"  Roy was always first to ask.
	"What are you gonna do now?"
	"I'm stayin' with Granpa Jack course!  The grown-ups on the bus said that was what Granpa Jack told 'em."
	"Right...and you two?  Back home?"
	"Yep."  Jack nodded resolutely.  "Comin' home as champions."
	"Totally," said Tommy with a firm nod.  "We're gonna be like, local heroes!  But uh...what about you James?"
	"Hmm...to be honest, I dunno.  I never thought much past helping you guys win the tournament.  But yanno, this IS a big city.  I was wondering if maybe I can find someone to help me."
	"OH, that reminds me!"
Roy sat up with such suddenness that his body jiggled slightly, adding to his adorable cheerfulness.
	"Someone was lookin' for you!"
	"Wait, what?"
	"Yeah, when the grown-ups were talkin' to me, this guy in a hoodie came up to me and asked about you."
	"Huh...what did he say?"
	"Uhm...he said...meet him at the department store after it's closed.  That uh...you can get inside through the sewer, and when ya do, look for a manhole with a big red R on it, that gets ya inside."
	"Well that's...weird.  Did you get a look at him?"
	"Nope, sorry."
	"Hmm...well, if someone wants to find me, it has to mean SOMETHING right?"
	"You gonna meet him?" asked Jack with some concern.  "Really?  I mean aren't you like, on the run?"
	"Well, yeah, but...hmm...no, they'd never contact me like that, they'd be a lot more open about it, like come right out of nowhere and snatch me up.  This has to be someone else."
	"Alright then, but the department store closed half an hour ago so you better get there quick."
	"Wha?  Damnit, okay then!"
Standing up onto his feet, he smiled at the three boys and offered his hand to shake, being careful with his claws as always.
	"Thanks for one of the best days of my life guys."
	"Heh, no problem!"
Tommy shook first, then Roy and finally Jack, eager yet respectful.  Admittedly there was a slight sadness at having to split up altogether.  James wasn't sure why he had to leave so suddenly, but the kids didn't seem to mind so much.
	"You really have to go so soon?" asked Roy.
	"No other reason for me to stay with you guys right?  You won the tournament."
	"Yeah but...yer the Final Gamer now."
	"Hah, I am aren't I?  Yanno I thought it sounded kinda stupid but...it sounds kinda kick-ass in a way."
	"Hehehe, yeah!  None of us'll use it, we just got the money an' the trophy!  But that name?  All yers...FG."
	"Hahaha, FG huh?  Well, thanks Roy.  Take care of your grandparents okay?"
	"I will!  See ya James!"
	"See ya guys!"
And so he left, walking across the park towards the department store in the dying rays of the sun.  The sunset glistened across the skyscrapers with a shining yellow tint to the glass windows.  The city was certainly a lot cleaner-feeling than Chicago, not that he minded either way, striding across the roads and pavements with his head held high.

Replaying his victory over and over again in his head, everything was as clear as a summer day.  The sweat on his fingers, the clacking of his claws, the smug face of his rival turned to ruin in both game and real life.  That beautiful double burning uppercut.  It made him feel a powerful warmth resonating within his hands that tingled.
He looked upon them and remembered discovering his new powers previously with a chuckle, a silly idea coming to his head and wondering when he would have the chance to use it.  The department store loomed before him, towering with all sorts of goodies inside.  But not tonight.  At least for the paying customer.  Sneaking around towards the alleyways nearby, he retraced his steps from the walk back from the bar a couple of nights ago.  It soon paid him off with a manhole he remembered from before, which was somehow loosened.
	"Sneaky li'l bastard arentcha?"
With a grin, he pulled the cover to one side before climbing inside and pulling the cover back haflway across.  The sewers naturally offended his senses with a foul central river separating two paths.  But his curiosity lead him onwards as he made his way towards the general direction of the mall.
Rats and strange smouldering fungi dared to poison him, but he kept out of their way with dodges and sneaking around, trying to stay out of the water for his own sake.  Amongst rotting rolls and over rivers of effulence, it didn't take long for him to find the manhole he was told of, a thick red R upon the bottom of it.  He had to admit, he was far too curious to turn back at this point.
He soon pushed the cover off, and climbed into darkness.

Not expecting to find himself climbing out of a sewer grate into a mall, James was even more surprised to find himself within some sort of maintenance tunnel.  Pipes and cables ran across his head with the occasional dim light bulb, pale yellow stone walls pockmarked with age and decay.  He searched for a door, the sounds of ventilation giving the same atmosphere of being in a cavern.
He was more concerned of not wanting to end up lost when he found something unusual upon the wall beside the manhole.  Some sort of deep clawmark into a softer segment of the wall, forming an arrow.  James was unnerved, yet followed the arrow with no other option, the light just barely giving him enough to see at least 5 feet ahead of him.  After 15 minutes walking with the sound of rushing air above him, he found a light above him, illuminating a perfect square.
Curiosity beckoned him further to push it upwards, finding it to be some sort of loose tile.  Punching it open, he climbed upwards to end up in what appeared to be a store room, various sundries packed away in boxes.  A flashlight had been left beside the tile on the floor, pointing towards a locked metal door.
	"Oh goddamnit...hmm..."

Looking at his hands after searching his satchel to find nothing useful, an idea came to him on how to defeat the obstacle.  Remembering what he did to summon fire before, he willed the burning sensation back into his hands once again.  The blue lights returned, trickling from his claws to soon ignite the air within his hand, summoning a blast of fire he aimed towards the lock of the door.  He didn't just want it to be fire though.  He wanted fire with a little...punch to it.
	"HADOUKEN!"
All the fire did was blast a flamethrower out to the door, which wasn't hot enough to burn through it.  All he did was end up smoking the door a little black.  He looked at his hands in disappointment.
	"Awwwww...why didn't it work?!  Dammit!  That woulda been so awesome...ugh, fiiiiine I'll do it the boring way."
He went over towards the hinges of the door and blasted his flamethrower attack onto each of them, keeping the fire on them long enough for the heat to build up.  Several minutes later, he finally burned through the first hinge, before moving to the next one.
With both of them burned and the door having no support, he slammed his palm onto the door with a bored expression, watching the metal slab fall onto the floor with a resounding CLUNG.
	"Wanted to blast the lock open like a shotgun but nooooooo..."
Stepping over the door disdainfully, he found himself upon the first floor of the department store.  Dark other than the occasional exterior light, James could somewhat make out the outlines of tables before him, with a burger shop and a food store to his left.
The main entrance of the store stretched out before him, escalators leading downwards, with another pair leading upwards.  He wondered where his mysterious contact would be, deciding to go downstairs first and check out the ground floor.  The floor below had nothing of interest apart from a reception desk, a payphone, an ATM and some plants to brighten the place up.  The plexiglass doors ahead of James showed cars passing in the night, vicious yellow phantoms.

Making his way back upstairs, he ascended towards the second floor where a general store was, as well as a tool shop.  Bookcases lined themselves in rows towards the wall, where another storeroom door laid in the corner.  Finding nothing, he headed further up towards the third and final floor of the department store.  A toystore and sports store were situated up here, which he investigated with curiosity.
Nothing appeared to be of interest, apart from some boxes of videogames at the very front of the shelves.  They appeared to be ready for unveiling the next day, with the words "Elder Scrolls" written clearly on the front, even in the darkness of the store.
	"Hmm...elder scrolls huh?"
As he said this, a slight twinge hit him in the back of the head, but he ignored it for now and shook his head clear before returning back to the second floor.  With the place apparently empty, James turned exasperated and decided to make his presence known.
	"Oh for fuck's sake, OKAY, whoever's here, can you just come out now and talk to me?!"
	"Alrigh'."
A voice from near the tool shop startled James.  It was another person in a hoodie, the darkness making him out like a grey shadow.
	"Finally got a chance to see you."
	"What the hell you want?"
	"Heh, lemme jus' check sumthin' first.  You the FinalGamer everyone been talkin' about?"
	"Uh...yeah, what of it?"
	"Jus' makin' sure.  Don' wanna kill the wrong raptor."
His fingers tensed up at those words.  How did this person know what he was!?  He had an odd accent, an American accent from a city he couldn't quite place.  He didn't get much of a chance to analyse it however when the hooded dark figure started walking towards him.  He was quite big, at least more than 6 feet tall at James' guess.
	"W-what are you talking about?"
	"Don' play with me.  You know whut this is abou'."
	"...ohhhh I get it."
	"That's right, you know it-"
	"You're trying to mug me, hah, fantastic."
	"Wait whut?"
	"Come on, I'm all famous and wealthy and you jump me in a store after night because I'm stupid enough to come here?  Well I got news for you fucko."
He readily charged forwards and slammed the thug up against the wall, grabbing the front of the hoodie strong.
	"I'm not just any ol' raptor."
	"G-get offa me!"
The stranger slammed his fist into James' gut before a solid haymaker slammed him away, the raptor backing off and rubbing his jaw.
	"Lessee how good you are, FG."
	"Fuck, this nickname's getting around fast huh?"

James readied himself into a fighting stance, fists up as their eyes were now well adjusted enough to the darkness to see each other.  The stranger charged, giving James the opportunity to sweep the leg, before slamming his elbow hard down onto his foe's back.  The stranger however countered with a half-rush attack, springing up from the ground to headbutt the raptor hard in the stomach, taking out his wind.
	"GUH!"
	"Now yer dead."
The hooded one grabbed James with both hands and threw him towards the bookcases, knocking his back against it.  Shuddering at the force, he got up and snarled as he saw his opponent charge, seeing a puddle on the floor between them.  With an idea in mind, he summoned water from his clawtips, widening the puddle and waiting for the inevitable slip-up.
When the stranger suddenly stumbled, James rolled to one side to watch his foe slide hard into the bookcase, grunting with pain before the raptor kicked him hard across the face and stomped his chest before slamming his foot upon the hood, trapping the cloth against the cheek.
	"NNNGH!"
	"You know...in Britain, you can get arrested for attempted murder if you stomp on somebody's face.  Wanna know why?"
With a cruel grin, James did just that, stomping hard on the attacker as he roared in pain, stomping him into the linoleum.  But he wasn't down for long when he managed to score a good kick hard into the raptor's back leg, making him falter before his foot was grabbed and thrown to one side.  The stranger piled on top of James with a hold of his leg, trying to break it in a submission hold.
	"NOW yer gonna give up, punk!"
	"A-AAAAGH!"
	"Come on bitch!  You gonna confess!?"
	"G-GAAAH CONFESS FOR WHAT!?"
	"Dontchoo play with ME!"
A forced push of bent leg made James scream louder, before he tensed up his claws and summoned the burning pain within his hands, blasting a flamethrower out at the attacker's face.  He immediately pulled off of James, screaming briefly as he tried to extinguish his burning hoodie.  Even in the flickering of flames, the raptor couldn't see his attacker's face.  Soon their battle was put to an end by a strange clipped voice from behind.
	"You.  The one not on fire.  Stay where you are.  Put your hands up."

James did as he was asked, ignoring his occupied attacker and turning to see a rather unusual sight.  Seven impeccably shiny humanoids, with long silver limbs and a small helmet-like head that seemed to be part of their body.  None of them appeared to be armed, which relaxed James somewhat, but he kept his hands up.
The hooded stranger, who had managed to slap the flames out on his hoodie, ran back downstairs before the aliens had time to react.  The leader noted it with a stern order.
	"Klaatu, Barata, Nikto, pursue the other one."
Three of them ran off with small nods towards the storeroom that James had entered through, the leader turning back towards the raptor.  His small rectangular black visor stared with absolute authority.
	"Where is the monitoring device, earthling?"
	"Uhh...what the fuck are you talking about?"
	"The monitoring device you discovered-"
	"I mean why can't anyone just EXPLAIN shit to me anymore-"
	"Silence!"
A warning beam shot straight at James to scar the wall far behind him.  The burning scent was easy enough to detect the beam's power.
	"Two days ago, you discovered a device of ours.  A small object, within a social establishment."
	"...uhhh not getting you."
	"The object you found nestled within a pump valve."
	"...OHHHH...wait, that thing's a monitoring device?!"
	"Indeed.  Now hand it over."
	"...whyyyy would you think I'd still have that?"
	"We're tracking it right now on your person."
	"Oh...shit.  Okay okay you got me, I disabled your little thingy, lemme just-"
Beams charged up all at once as the raptor went for his satchel, making him flinch hard.
	"I'm just GETTING it, Jesus CHRIST!"
He was admittedly stalling for time, trying to imagine a nice hot fire.
	"Cosine, scan his supplies."
One of the aliens approached slightly and made a small green laser flit from his black head-visor to scan the raptor.
	"One crystallite of unknown origin, bare medicinal supplies, the monitoring device, several paper bills of Earth currency, and...some sort of large metallic object is strapped onto his back sir."
	"Good.  You will disrobe and hand over everything."
	"Uhhh I don't think so."
	"What?"
	"I rather like your thingy.  It's very...shiny.  And I like shiny things."
	"What is it with you earthlings and your obsession for light-refracting objects?!  Hand over the monitoring device NOW."
	"And I say, FUCK YOU!"
Ready to fire, he blasted a wave of flames straight between him and the aliens, startling them before he swerved around to strike them from the side, launching himself onto one of them.  He wasted no time in brutally mauling him with several slashing attacks before backing away when they recovered.
	"You had your chance inferior being!" roared the commander.  "Now you shall regret ever facing the wrath of Gort, mighty Starman Commander and loyal servant of Giygas!"
	"Well you wanna fight, you got a fight, starrrr man."
The raptor chuckled mockingly as he put up his fists, ready for another fight after having recovered from the previous one.
	"And what...creature...are you?"
	"I'm the FinalGamer...motherfucker."
He always wanted to say something like that.  It gave him the edge that all action heroes needed whenever they said something badass.  Something to boost their spirit at a most critical moment of battle, that could make all the difference.
The Chinese call it chi.  The Koreans call it ki-hap.  The Americans call it the one-liner.

They fired their beams all at once, but the raptor dodged most of them with nary but a graze to his armoured shoulder, rushing them once again with it as he piled hard into the one he had mauled previously, scarring him again with a vicious slash to his visor in the hope of possibly blinding the spaceman.  It didn't seem to do quite well enough when he was punched away by the others.
	"Activate PSI Shield!"
The wounded one desperately began to summon a shield around him, a strange whirring that tingled through one's head as a faint green light covered him.  James was curious, so he fought him once again, only to find his attacks were being deflected or even weakened by the invisible shield that he pounded on.
The air of smugness from the Starman was unbelieveable, enough for the raptor to slam his fist straight into the face area of the shield and produce a searing hot blast of flame straight into the unfortunate alien's eyes, burning straight through his face.
	"Toasty!"
The Starman soon writhed and gargled with the occasional sound that a broken dial-up machine would make, falling dead onto the ground.
The others did not take the death of their comrade lightly, and began firing at point blank range, burning through the hoodie as James roared with more violent slashes, two of the enemies having shielded themselves in time.  One of them however was left wide open, ready to become prey as he grabbed the alien's arm, kicked out the legs and twisted it hard to snap it backwards, a binary screech signalling its anguish.
Twisting and wrenching hard, James was only stopped by a horrendous blinding pain within his head, making him nearly buckle to his knees as he clutched his head.
	"GNNNAAARGH!"
	"Hah, so PSI Magnet does work!"
	"Are you certain sir?  His power levels are not affected."
	"If it disorients him, it works."
The raptor was soon knocked down by the alien he was trying to attack, and soon they fired all of their beams upon him.  Constantly being blasted with psychic attacks, he was unable to fight back, until the hoodie was burnt badly enough that it began to decay off of him quickly.  On the downside, this ridded him of a little armour as the thick clothes started to peel from him.  On the upside, he was even more dangerous than before.
	"Ohhhh hohohohoooo...now you done it."
He quickly reached for his scissors, tearing the remains of his hoodie off and swung his blades out, ready for a full-on battle.
	"Now you got me angry, spaceman."
	"Sir, he's armed himself!"
	"I can see that, imbecile."

Gort readily began to charge up a beam attack, but the raptor wasted no time in charging forwards with his scissors to block any particles, not even realising that they might not be able to deflect laser beams.  Thankfully, they did, and he soon swung his blades outwards into the unshielded alien from before.
One alien decapitated, the smaller head neatly slashed straight off.  A slimy unknown liquid oozed out of the neck cavity, and off of his scissor blades.  Gort was undeterred, raising his PSI shield once again as James charged towards them.  Being unarmed, they weren't exactly difficult to handle, but their psychic shields continuously blocked his thrusts and slashes automatically.  Frustrated, he readied himself for another fire attack, before realising the other remaining alien was coming up behind him to try and restrain the raptor.
Suddenly turning around with a fist starting to burn, he did the only natural thing one could possibly do with a burning fist low before an enemy.
	"SHOOOORYUKEN!"
With a rising uppercut and a flash of inspiration, he scarred the Starman with a powerfully deep burn, a burning blackening gash diagonally across his chest.  The raptor's claws only served to make the cut even deeper, his hand somehow not burnt from his new power as the alien recoiled with a scream that could make mainframes weep.
As the grievous burning scar ate its way deeper into the spaceman's organs, James turned towards Commander Gort with a grin, pointing towards him with his scissors.
	"What now, spaceman?"
	"Now I kill you!"
The commander unexpectedly lunged towards the raptor hard, slamming him with a powerful palm strike towards the escalator and sending James tumbling down them.  Falling hard, he managed to recover partially with terrible pains where the sharp corners of the steps had hit him, seeing Gort leap across the entire flight of escalators to the bottom.  James struggled to get up, leaning on his scissors for support before leaping only half of it to reach his enemy.
	"I shall offer your carcass to Giygas, creature."
	"You better...get someone else to do it.  Cuz you're not gonna."

Charging forwards in a stumbling run, the raptor readily thrusted out towards the alien, who dodged and readily punched him across the face.  James countered with a mighty swing of his scissors, spinning briefly before the momentum allowed him to stab the ground and swing his legs out towards Gort.  The commander didn't expect James to be able to put his legs down on the ground after such an off-balancing move, in order to swing his blades once again, cleaving deep into Gort's side.
	"HAH, ya like that?!"
The halfway point between humanoid scream and dying modem resonated within the alien's pained outcry.
	"I will NOT be beaten by a filthy earthling!"
He blasted another beam attack straight for the knee, much faster than James expected which made him buckle and yelp with the searing pain.  He didn't fall however, and lunged to slam his scissor blades directly on both sides of the alien's neck, squeezing them tightly to tease the air out of him.  He was rewarded with buzzing gasps.
	"Now...what you gotta say now, fuckface?"
	"N-nnngh...c-CURSE YOU!"
Another blast of psychic energy blinded James' mind and he roared with the greatest urge to not recoil.  His scissors still kept themselves tight around the alien's smooth silver neck.
	"NNNGH!  Alright...I'll give you something to think about."
Grabbing him swiftly with one hand with his scissors in the other, James threw him hard down the next flight of stairs as payback, watching the alien tumble and bruise badly all the way to the bottom.  Watching Gort struggle to get up with something surely broken by this point, the raptor walked slowly down the escalator, smugly.
	"Looks like SOMEBODY had a crash landing.  HUH?!"
	"NNGH...a-ah...L-lord Giygas..."
	"Ohhh I'll take you to meet your lord alright."
	"You...won't!"
Grabbing Gort's arm and dragging him painfully towards the door, he was set upon by another psychic blast of energy that made the raptor drop to his knees, the slightest sounds deafening his ears suddenly.  Whatever Gort was doing worked well enough to seem to mentally drain the raptor quite strongly, gasping as he struggled towards the door.  Cars outside passed to and fro, as he lifted the Starman up hard by the elbow, dislocating it further, the sudden pain of his enemy making the psychic flashes stop.
	"NGH...f-fuck...yanno...I really wish we were in a subway."
	"Wh...why?"
	"Cuz I just thought of something hilarious.  Not that you'd ever get it."
	"I...hope you die soon...earthling."
	"Haha...not gonna happen...oh wait."  He pulled Gort closer with a grin.  "I got another good one."

He waited for a car to come passing by, smashing the alien's head against the glass to weaken it, watching it start to crack with each slam.  Much to his luck, one came roaring down the road.  Moving back slightly, James readily grabbed Gort with both hands and roared:
	"WELCOME TO EARTH!"
With one mighty fling, he threw him straight into the weakened glass door, smashing it beautifully into several large fragments that cut through the spaceman's skin, as he landed right in front of the oncoming taxi.  He was quickly decimated into a horrendous alien-coloured smear across the tarmac, the car struggling to stop with a tremendously frightened screech.  Seeing he was about to be seen, James ran quickly into the shadows, hiding from the surely panicked driver who would be coming out to inspect the casualty.
Unfortunately he overestimated his abilities when he suddenly found himself to be rather mentally exhausted for some reason.  The psychic attacks must have weakened him a lot more than he expected, barely able to climb back up the escalators properly without stumbling a few times.  The more he ran, the more tired he became, until his vision began to blur.  Even stranger, the bodies of the aliens he killed, had somehow disappeared.

He would ponder upon how they vanished, perhaps by some sort of teleportation activated upon their defeat, but his head was blinding him with the same sort of burning pain from one's legs after a marathon.
	"G-god...dammit.  Have to...get outta here."
He struggled upwards, wanting to get away from any witnesses now that his disguise was completely gone.  Stumbling past the tool shop and bookcases, he headed upwards to the third floor.  The raptor struggled to collapse near the toystore.  The way he fell against it was hard enough to dislodge a few things off a shelf as he crawled over the store's front desk.  A few games had fallen from the shelf, as well as other miscellaneous toys both plush and solid.
In the midst of toys that had fallen, with several game boxes crushed and contents spilling out, one item stuck out to him.  A small metallic glint.
	"Wha...?"
Crawling towards the tantalising shine, he gently picked up half of a broken CD, with some of the game's title upon it.  His vision was blurry, but he could recognise the font faintly.
	"Elder...scrolls...nn-nnngh..."
His mind started to flicker upon an idea.  A title trying to expand itself, trying to complete itself.  His mood helped with the seemingly random words that sifted through his thoughts once again, eventually stopping on one that he felt appropriate being trapped in a darkened department store.  Soon, he found himself fading away, that familiar cold embrace.  The nanos responded with a swirling sound, and all that could be heard upon that floor, was half of a CD clattering onto the ground.