Twas the Night before Christmas and all through the town Of Jhelom, not a creature was stirring (well maybe a toad or two, who could be sure we were all asleep) Dreams of more than sugar plums were dancing in the little ones heads. Seems the strange vines were starting to affect the children too. When Timmy woke with a shout..... Its time.... its time... Its the Lord of Time. We searched the house from top to bottom and could not find anything out of place, we sat with little Timmy until he was lulled back to sleep. The Lord of Time..... Could he mean the Time Lord? We are nearing the years end. With new beginnings on the horizon, new hope, a fresh start, leave our fears of the past year behind us and look forward to a brighter future. The vines are disturbing, When the sun rises two mornings from now, I will take a fresh sample of them and start out for Brit and the Kings council meeting. If I plop a vine down on the councils table, the King will surely have to pay heed even tho he has sent no word he has received any of my messages prior. Queen Arya thinks to herself, all though its my day of birth, I will have to celebrate it on the road, I can't miss this meeting.