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Message: <blockquote data-quote="Keia" data-source="post: 934492" data-attributes="member: 98">Catacombs, Pepsi CenterDenver, Coloradoafter the game, October 2002Tired wasn't the word for it . . . exhausting was closer but not quite there.  Almost no sleep for 40+ hours, practice and a game - his first professional game, dealing with reporters, plus some rather weird experiences had left Leo bone tired.  Still, the need to talk to Gus and explain what happened as well as to test his theory on what the old man had said drove him on.Leo made his way out of the dressing room and into the arena area, already locked up with the spectators on their way home.  Seeing Gus there, Leo made his to him and sat heavily on a seat nearby.  Leo looked around to make sure no one was listening or watching, then turned to talk to Gus."Gus, some weird stuff went down tonight - really weird.  I don't know what to make of it, but I've got to test a theory and I'll need some help to do it," Leo said.  He proceeded to tell Gus about meeting the strange man, the problems with his limbs and vision, and what happened on the slam dunk, and what the strange oriental man said in the vision."So, I want to go all out and test the theory.  But I wanted to do it here after the game and everyone left, 'cause this is just too weird to share except with someone I trust.  We can put a couple of mats down to cushion my fall so if it happens again, I won't get hurt (or at least there's less chance of it) - plus I won't have to think about getting hurt.  I can just let go and see what happens," Leo said.  "So, what do you think?  Should we do it now or wait a while longer?"</blockquote>

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