Marquette, Undisclosed Date.

  A familiar tug.

  I jump up, sending my office chair banging against the wall. No. No no no no no no not that thing again. No! I refuse!

  Stolen from its rightful place, this narrative is not meant to be on Amazon; report any sightings.

  “Bind. Counter. Sever. Come on, work, dammit!”

  None of my efforts bear fruit. I end up muttering insults against fate, the spheres and whatever is causing this horrible phenomenon but to no avail.

  It will happen.

  I am being summoned again.