Steven had been uncertain. The concept of writing, of creative acts bringing things to life, had been hanging over him as too close to home and too much responsibility besides.

But then again that was the power of stories, was it not? To inspire? To give hope for something better?

So when the call went out Steven screwed up his courage and headed over. If he could help by trying to be creative in some fashion - well, had to try, right?

Once he arrived he looked around to see what he was meant to do next.