The first order of business upon his return to the loft was to make a fresh pot of coffee. Hank was well known for his coffee habit. Whenever he was invited anywhere he was known to ask, usually before hello, “Got any coffee?” Old friends always had coffee. New friends quickly learned to have a fresh pot on hand.
With coffee and his two fables of Persian wisdom, Hank threw off his boots and plopped into his favorite blue leather chair.
Hours passed, and Hank dozed off into a lazy nap. A dream ensued which startled him awake. He suddenly understood the danger he was about to set upon. It mattered not. He was doing this, regardless of peril.
Hank realized he must find the quickest and easiest way to introduce his plan to change how the world operated around the subject of money. The Internet was part of his solution. He reasoned he could travel around the world with his fingertips, until the time came when he would need to physically travel with his concepts.
First, he needed an idea, an inspiration. Just as he was about to turn to his “User Friendly Physics” to help bring him this new idea, there was a sudden loud bang on the door. Something or someone had crashed into it.
Hank peered out his window to the parking lot, but didn’t see a car and he wasn’t expecting anyone. As he opened the door, a chill ran up his spine. Stuck deep into the wooden door was a huge saber with a note attached. He slammed the door shut out of a moment of haunting fear, and then slowly opened it to reach for the note.