The following day brought everything one could expect from the fall season. Leafs riding highways and jetstreams of air, eager rodents rushing about with their collected goods which they hid in storage along with their plans and dreams for a long winter of ice, cold and run-on sentences. Scott awoke to these tired analogies with a twitch and his eyes focused and zoomed like that of an expensive camera lens, except it was one with a broken shutter that I promise I will take to the shop and have fixed someday. It is often said that man is most vulnerable in the early hours and Scott could feel this in his posture and the way the joints in his body scraped against each other. But moreso, he felt the need to see this man again. This speaker, this voice that compelled him to be more compelling. So fascinated was he, that he stumbled for words and adjectives that could describe things more good so as to differentiate them from things that were less good. In reading the lable on his toothpaste, it seemed even the words he had witnessed every day appeared nonsensicalesque and made up. He was that lost in thought over this man. He felt like he was living a dream. He felt like he was living a dream. He felt like he was living a dream and everything was repeating itself. He decided to call his friend Jordan for council. -Although, for all he knew, Jordan could very well be his lover, the preceding chapter had been so short and vague, Scott knew almost nothing of Jordan aside from his first name. The paragraph then ended, although one could wonder if this was grammaticaly appropriate timing. Scott would have to wait until the next paragraph began to find out. Hopefully, the story would pick up, and the use of spell check would becom emore abundante.

Jordan heard his cellular phone wailing again. He hated this phone, he wanted a new one, but he couldn't get the free upgrade because that stupid two year deal agreement I signed up for last may has another 6 months on it before it lets me be eligable again. He fumbled through his suitcase, and amidst the losse-leaf documents containing questionable proposales that may or may not endanger several key and ciritcal wildlife locations in favor of commercial interests in Montana, he found his phone. "Jordan!" Scott brilliantly observed, "I need your help." "Yes, what is it?" Jordan replied, unsure as to what else one could say in such a situation. "Jordan-" Scott reitterated for some inexplicable reason while confusing the readers, "You must help me find the speaker we saw yesterday..QUICKLY before the author gets lazy and this chapter ends abruptl-