"So, what's your name stranger?" Asked the bartender. No reply. "I take it you're not from around here." No reply. "I bet you could tell a story or two, you certainly look the type who has a story." "You're right, I do," Mark Theobald said, looking up from his Wizard Mind Bomb. "Go on, tell me your story," the bartender said. "It's a long one." "I've got a long time, and if you've got a problem then remember: a problem shared is a problem halved." "I guess you're right. Let me just tell you though; I'm not proud of what I did." "I'm sorry," Mark murmured as he walked slowly onwards. "Who's there?" "Yes."