Now when I mentioned Joseph,Bryan, and Cindy in the beginning it was only a heads up for what life brought me into next. I went into a dark time. A dark one, really, one that I am not proud of. I went to a bar late one night in the month of February.

"Sorry, we don't give alcohol to minors," The bartender said.

"I am not a minor," I said. "I am eighteen."

"Come back when your eighteen," The bartender puts down a mug of milk on the counter. "I cannot give alcohol to minors; period."

I had a sudden urge to have a bottle.

Just a bottle.

Normally when I wanted more than one I can control myself but when it comes down after Emily 2's apparent death I got the urge often. I get up off the stool then shuffle my way out of the building dragging my boots in the process. The door shut behind me leaving to the noisy street of Baton Rouge. I really did miss you then; fake or no fake.

"OUT OF MY HOUSE, HACKERS!" A man shouts throwing suitcases after three people.

I stop in my tracks seeing these unusual band of mortals getting up grumbling and snatching their suitcases. By then I had a good idea what a hacker is in the modern day use of English language meaning; someone who uses computers to gain illegal access to data. Hackers do not have the best reputation to the general public online and offline.

"We are black hats, not hackers!" A short man with a small beard shouts back. "Muggle!"

"Joseph, language!" The woman with big hair and lots of necklaces dangling around her neck shouts.

"He's a muggle, an internet muggle, Cindy," Joseph said, in anger.

"No one kicks me out of a house, except me!" The taller man of the group declares charging right in.

"Bryan!" Joseph and Cindy both charge after the taller man—probably Bryan—into the house.

Black hats in the internet world are people who dissemble source code and look for lapses, often associated with malicious or criminal intent getting into a computer network. Never before had I seen someone call themselves that in the dark hours of the street. The three land on my feet, quite literately, coming out of the building.

"Woah," Joseph said. "You look like that man from New Jork."

"It is York, Joseph," Cindy said.

"Same thing," Joseph said.

"No, it is not," Cindy argues back.

I sigh sending them back up on their two feet using ice.

"Brrr," Bryan said, rubbing his shoulders. "I got the shivers."

"I am Loki," I said. "And you do not owe me."

I walk past the three.

"WAIT!" Joseph shouts running after me. "I WANT YOU TO FREEZE SOMETHING!"

I stop in my tracks.

Only a matter of time for him to run right past me.

Which he did.

Joseph hit the hood of a car landing square on the pavement.

"Ow!" Joseph yelps.

"Watch it, kid!" The driver shouts, speeding off.

"You are a god," Cindy said. "You are dah Mischief god."

"I am quite not," I lied. "You might want to speak with your doctor about your mental break."

By the time I started to think that helping them up was not my best idea. This time I manage to sneak out of their way by slipping into an alley watching all three running after the distance with their suitcase in hand. Yes Emily, it was quite amusing. I step out of the alley then continue my way down the street into a shady corner of Baton Rouge.

One thing leads to another and I found myself in need of some black hats.