Ruben woke with a start. Something had made his coffin shiver; he looked around trying to trace the source. He had been resting peacefully enjoying his trance.

"Who is this Darleen and what is her problem?' He muttered.

Ruben rose from his coffin; stretched as much as he could in his small closet. He peeked into his bedroom, checking to be sure nothing was amiss. The flickering of his red candle dimly lit the room.

He walked across to his dresser and dipped his forefinger in the candles prize. Touching a spot between his eyes, depositing the beauty mark, he wrapped his bandanna tightly on his head. Ruben squatted down and smiled at Bones, his skull candle holder. He glanced in the mirror admiring himself cheek to cheek with Bones.

Rising with a smile, placing his shades on his nose, he spoke to the air, " I am off to Crazytown to service fair Darleen. I hope the bike is full. I don't want to delay her reward. She should not have to endure some fool before I arrive with my mighty sword."