Suddenly Nathan was that voice, knocking on the door. 'Nathan, are you in there?' came a voice from outside. It was becoming increasingly impossible to understand where he ended and the girl began.
A skinny girl with dark hair, living out in the country. I'm Nathan Cryogen, he mumbled to himself, I'm Nathan Cryogen.īut who is Nathan Cryogen? He reached into his memories and found things he couldn't remember having before. It was him, but he wasn't sure who him was. He flicked on the light and stared back at his reflection, trying to understand what he was staring at. He yanked aside the covers and ran to the bathroom, shutting and locking the door, breathing heavily. Then he remembered how he'd gotten there. He breathed an assured sigh and leaned back in bed. Instead, there was a warm body next to him, pulsing out peace and contentment. He was used to waking up cold, in his cheap studio apartment. Nathan woke with a start, feeling strangely warm and comfortable. Nathan Cryogen was a cold man and Carla Davis was a warm woman. The elements of nature conspire silently to give birth to power. Tornadoes steam across the landscape, destroying everything in their path. But sometimes they meet, in mid-air, and clash. When a cold front meets a warm front, they try to pass each other by.
