Pierce walked straight to the back entrance of the building, knowing exactly where he was going. He knew what lay beyond the threshold of this door, explicitly, and promised to wreck havoc on life for what lay inside. For what lay beyond this door was a tiny old man, who had no choice but to die. But he was a strong man, he fought all the wars of the past, and won all. He conquered all, and had lost all due to his age, 175. This man was planning to kill all he had protected for so long, because they declared him lost.

This was the last chance Pierce had to finish off this evil once and forever.

Some disturbing information had come in a week before about a sailor who had claimed he had seen the great old man out in the seas in search of something. The old man was proven guilty in 10 murders that all conspired in the expanse of the last three month search.

The old man had killed all of his enemies, even ones who had surrendered arms long ago. He was trying to bring back his youth and now he is mad, in this hospital. He did not know what was happening, we discovered late last night that this old general had a disease of loss in the memory, and he was traveling back in time, and at the end of each enemy, he forgot all, and reversed time in his mind. Now he is just a body, without a soul. A mindless killer, he has become the true evil of the world. His spirit was lost to all of the murders he had committed for his country. His soul was tattered, ripped to shreds. So now it is my job to walk into a room and kill a hero of centrifugal force. A man so plagued by death that he no longer has the slightest emotion at all. I must succeed or my sacrifice will be for nothing.

"I must kill this mindless body" is all Pierce said after he walked into that fateful hallway. He crashed through the door, and was at a loss for what he saw.

Before him sat a boy, so young that he must been 12 years of age. The old man had disappeared completely, all that was left was innocence.

So what to do? Here is a boy that is so strong and powerful that he can wield twice his weight in his arms. Battle harderened by his former life, the young man was afraid of nothing. He could kill without even thinking about it, but somehow we just knew he was to innocent to understand at all. He was just a boy who is brilliant, and we must give him the love that any young man needs to learn to survive the bad, and look for good.

Such were the stories of all the plastic people in the general realm of Imagination land.