Paul was feeling loads better. He mostly worried about the girls; Junia and Juniper. He'd be fine. He was old and almost broken anyway; the curse did nothing to make him feel worse. That was a lie, he felt incredibly tired all the time recently, but he wouldn't be voicing this opinion out loud. He was FINE. Milton had come to see him recently, which was dandy. It brought his spirits up!

I'm a wizard, damn it! I can handle a curse. He kept telling himself when he worried TOO much about the implications of it. His play...was being targeted. And while many might say to cancel it, Paul was fiercely determined to keep it alive and going. The attack had been the stuff of cowards. Who would target children? A lowlife. Who would target people and not attack them openly....behind a screen, so to speak? A bloody coward.

And that coward better hope they never had to face Paul Myers. The blue in his eyes had been ablaze recently, when thinking on the attack, and his calculating thoughts had turned into full-blown plans if they found out who did this. Paul was not the sort to illegally finagle; rather, he envisioned, fantasized, running into the culprit in the "streets."

Milton had begged him to quit. And to that, Paul said, "Positively NOT."