Olivia, the one the other Troop members would shortly refer to as “The Well of Creativity,” was coming alive; not as the dictionary defined “alive,” but rather as it was defined within the mechanism of the Troop Formation. And to a man, within the dark Tunnel, there was a scurrying, a making of comfort, a paving of the way. For Olivia would bring with her untold artistic abilities and a horrifying reality.
