"The spirit of the water rides the storm, And, thro' the mist, reveals the terrors of his form..." - Samuel Rogers, from Ode to Superstition Liam was confused. He was confused and tired and weak. He...else came through, and he didn't know what it meant. "Let me out," his voice whispered. "Let me out! Hiro! I will kill you!" He wasn't sure who Hiro was, but something told him it was key. 353