>     "You want the cure for the Ultimate Weakness Moxibustion?  You 
>don't expect me to just hand it over to you, do you?" the old lady 
>stared at the man without a name.
>     "Well, what do you want for it?" he asked, pulling out his 
>wallet.
>     Cologne walked over to Ranma-chan.  "I want you to ask for 
>Shampoo's hand in marriage…son-in-law…"
>     "Ok," the man said.
>     Ryoko-hawk gave him a piercing stare.
>     "Excellent!  I'll make the…"
>     "NO!  I didn't say that!" Ranma-chan blurted out, running after 
>the lady.
>     When Ranma-chan and Cologne left the room, he shook his head 
>and pulled out a plastic sphere.  He also pulled out a lighter from 
>his coat.  Intrigued, Ryoko-hawk flew over to were he was.  He 
>flicked the lighter on and held the flame to the sphere.
>     "Geez.  Now I've seen everything!" he muttered to himself.
>     "Chikree?" Ryoko-hawk asked.
>"Never mind…" he said.  "I'm guessing hot water turns you back, 
>right?"
>     "Chikree," Ryoko-hawk nodded.
>     "Ok, this should be hot enough in a minute or two…"
>     "CHIKREE!" Ryoko-hawk chirped out as she flew over to her pile 
>of clothes.
>     "Oh right…" the man said, getting up and walking over to the 
>clothes.
>"Chikree chikree…" Ryoko-hawk poked at the clothes.
>     "Just a second…"  The man thought for a moment.  "I got it…"
>     "Chikree?"
>"Just hop on top of those clothes…" he said, pointing to the heap.
>"Chik…"  Ryoko-hawk hopped on top of the pile.
>     "Now…um…" the man stopped just as he was about to say 
>something, then widened his eyes as if something just dawned on him. 
>  Without saying a word, he took off his coat and laid it over 
>Ryoko-hawk and the clothes.  "Don't move…" he said.
>     He heated up the sphere again and then put away the lighter.  
>He pulled out one of his smaller knifes and poked the sphere.  
>Lifting up the coat just slightly, he poured out the contents on 
>Ryoko-hawk.  From under the coat, a human figure popped up, legs 
>sticking out from under the coat.
>     "Turn away!" Ryoko commanded.
>     "Oh, yes…" he said, turning around.
>     Behind him, Ryoko put back on her clothes, then tapped him on 
>the shoulder.
>     "Are you…"
>     He was silenced when Ryoko gave him a light punch to his arm.  
>He almost fell over, but regained his balance.
>     "Ow!  Wa…"
>     "Look what you just did!" Ryoko said, silencing him.
>     "What did I do?  Turn you…" he started.
>     "No!  Saying that Ranma could marry Shampoo!  Now Cologne's 
>going to start…"
>     "If that's the only way to get me back to…"
>     "There's always more than one answer to every question.  Ranma 
>doesn't…"
>     "I can SEE he doesn't want to…"
>     "There you go again!  I said I didn't need your attitude!" 
>Ryoko started walking away from the man.
>     "But I need to get back to…"
>     "And that too!  You're always thinking about yourself!  Try 
>thinking about others for just once in your life!" Ryoko turned to 
>the man as she said this.
>     "I did…once…" the man said, then stormed out of the restaurant.
>
>     *She doesn't know.  How could she know.  I just need some fresh 
>air…*
>     He stormed out of the restaurant and jumped to the roof of a 
>nearby building.
>
>     "Where'd he go?" Ranma asked, walking up to Ryoko in his boy 
>form once more.
>     "Oh…he just needed some time to himself," she answered.
>     "Well, I got out of marring Shampoo, but now we have to win a 
>contest," Ranma said.
>     "When is the contest?" Ryoko asked Ranma.
>     "First thing tomorrow…" he answered.
>     When the restaurant closed, the man without a name returned.  
>The three of them slept on the floor of the restaurant that 
>night…one of the conditions for entering the contest, Cologne had 
>said.
>
>     *Where am I?*
>     A man dressed all in black stood in a vast prairie.  He walked 
>towards the setting sun.  When the sun had set, he turned and saw 
>the sun rise.
>     *What the…*
>     The sun didn't rise fully.  It rose just for a few minutes, 
>just long enough to see the red horizon, then it began setting.  He 
>turned around and saw that the same thing happened.  The sun rose 
>for a few minutes, still under the horizon, then it set again.  He 
>turned once more and the same thing happened.
>     *This can't be happening…*
>     He ran.  He ran as fast as he could, but he wouldn't move from 
>the spot.  He slowly tired and sat on the grass…
>     …but now it wasn't grass!  He felt a hard, cold surface.  He 
>stood to see what he sat on.  When he turned around, he saw a piece 
>of cement in the grass.
>     *This wasn't here before…*
>     The cement slab shot up, along with thousands of others.  He 
>looked at the cement slab and saw that it was a tombstone.  Not 
>wanting to read it, but unable to look away, he saw who's tombstone 
>it was.
>     *Pat…*
>     On the tombstone it said:
>
>               R.I.P.
>          Pat Reston
>          1974-1994
>"Killed because she loved."
>
>     *No…Pat…no…*
>     He fell to his knees and started to cry.
>"HAHAHA!" came a cackly laugh from the shadows.
>     He looked up, and saw all the tombstones fly up into the air.  
>They began circling him.  He read another tombstone.
>     "Yoshinori…yatta yatta…Killed because he worked…"
>     *No…this isn't possible…*
>     "But it is possible!" came the same cackly laugh.  "Everyone 
>you've killed.  Here.  My field of the dead!  HAHAHA!"
>     "Who are you!?"
>     "Who am I?" the voice answered.  "You ask of my name and you 
>don't even know your own?  HAHAHA!"
>     "Why are you doing this!?"
>     "HAHA!  Ours is not to question why.  Ours is but to do 
>and…DIE!"
>     When the voice shouted out the 'DIE!' part, all the tombstones 
>flung themselves at the man in black.
>     "NO!"
>     "Wake up…"
>     *That voice…it's so familiar…*
>     "Pat?"
>     "Wake up…"
>     "PAT!"
>He opened his eyes and saw the figure of the one in the tombstone.  
>Pat.  They were in a dark room.  He kneed on the ground, Pat just a 
>few feet from him.
>     "Time to wake up now…" the figure said, fading into the 
>darkness.
>     "No!  Don't go Pat!  Don't…" he put his hands to his face as he 
>cried.
>
>     "Wake up!" Ryoko said, shaking the man in black.
>     "Don't go Pat!  No!  Don't…" the man looked up with tear filled 
>eyes, then closed them and turned away.
>     "Are you all right?" Ryoko asked.
>     "Who's Pat?" Ranma said, standing behind Ryoko.
>     "Pat…" the man whispered.
>
>     "Wake up!"
>     "Don't go Pat!  No!  Don't…" he opened his eyes and saw the 
>blurry image of Ryoko shaking him.
>     *It was only a dream…*
>     He could feel the cold sweat on his brow.  He closed his eyes 
>and turned away.
>     "Are you all right?" Ryoko asked.
>     *No…*
>     "Who's Pat?" came the voice of Ranma.
>     "Pat…" he whispered to himself.
>     "We heard you yelling out that name.  When we looked at you, 
>you were tossing and turning and sweating like crazy…" Ryoko stated.
>     "She's…she's nobody…" he answered, then stood up and walked 
>away.
>     *Pat…*