During the aftermath of the battle, Michael looked at the destruction around him. Several trees had been knocked down, and the rainbow pool had been turned into a murky shade of discolored gray. Made sense—given the fact that colors slowly turn black in the absence of light, and all dark energy was was the absence of good, lighter energy.
“I demand that you tell me what you know at once!” shouted Michael for what Conrad felt was about the thirtieth time.
Conrad had set a pot of what Michael assumed was a kettle of tea on a contraption similar to a stove, except it was clearly not a stove. For this contraption unleashed a small army of creatures which looked strikingly similar to prunes onto the tea kettle. All at once, the started shrinking down and vibrating, with each movement producing more and more energy until they all disintegrated simultaneously into ashes back into the stove-like machine. In their place floated small magenta balls of apparently extraordinarily powerful energy, for when they pelted the tea kettle, they caused a combustion-like reaction, making the kettle heat up and jump. From start to finish, the entire process took approximately thirty seconds. Whatever sort of self-sustaining energy this was, it certainly made the tea heat up quickly.
Sarasota, Florida is known to be a place of perpetual relaxation and happy feelings. Unfortunately, its population becomes less relaxed and happy when Michael Staats is standing nearby. At the crisp age of 47, Michael has devoted his life to the art of investment banking, and truly takes pleasure in confining himself to the world of finance. He was not the kind of person who stops to smell the roses, and he was certainly not the kind of person who took pleasure in the slow pace of the town surrounding him.