Michel was glued to it through the night, staring constantly with strange and bizarre thoughts rushing through his mind. Holding it in his hand he stood in front of the decrepit window, looking up at the stars in the clear night sky he began to think to himself. “Just how could he be there? From a vision to a physical form, it defies all logic.” Confused and disorientated he sat down on his bed leant over. “Could it be that it was just my imagination? But that does not explain this card, real or not, this card just can’t suddenly appear.” “Hello”, replied a deep voice through the phone. “Huh?”