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can’t I just be happy for him? At least one of us is making something of his life.’ Deep down, his lack of purpose haunted him.
    Everyone likes to think they are special, different from everyone else, but Kyle knew that he was different. He kept expecting that one day his purpose would be made known, and then his luck would change. Perhaps he’d find out that his father was a millionaire who’d been searching for his long-lost son for twenty years, or a secret service agent who’d been trapped in a foreign country, which would be acceptable too. ‘Yeah right.’ Kyle mocked his own delusions, and wandered back to the lounge room. ‘He was a devil worshipper more like, and that’s why I am constantly being confronted by creatures from —’ Kyle was startled to find the missing book on the lounge room table. ‘ … hell.’
    His eyes drifted back to the front door. Was Matt playing a trick — could he have put the book there when he wasn’t looking?
    As Kyle’s attention returned to the book, he noted it was open at the introduction. What had been a blank page the night before was now filled with text. ‘Impossible,’ he mumbled, circling the mysterious item at a distance. ‘Am I losing my mind?’ He considered this thought momentarily. ‘I know I’ve always hated reading, but this is ridiculous!’ He planted himself in front of the book to admire the amazing text. It was a veritable rainbow of colourful calligraphy, so original in its formation that one would have thought it handwritten, but the way the text glimmered and continually changed colour Kyle knew it couldn’t possibly have come from any pen he had ever encountered. ‘How could I have missed this?’ He flicked through the pages, now all inscribed with the colourful text. ‘All of it! I must have been gone!’ With a shake of his head, he began to read.
    We bid you welcome, young Kyle.
    Taken aback at being addressed directly, Kyle paused a second and then decided, ‘Hey, nice touch.’
    It has been brought to our attention that you seem to be completely lost. If you wish to come to know what it is that constantly eludes you in life … I am your transport to seek within.
    ‘Matt, you ham, this has to be you.’ Kyle recalled their deep talk about the psyche the previous evening, and Matt had heard plenty of the same from Kyle on the numerous occasions they’d got totalled together. Perhaps Matt had pre-empted Kyle’s need to read a book on psychological development?
    Kyle reached for a warm, half empty bottle of Pepsi and took a swig before taking the book in hand to read on.
    However, the journey in your case will not be an easy one and I think it only fair to warn you that there is no turning back. Once you have begun such a quest, to turn back, or QUIT, would forfeit any chance you will ever have of making something of yourself. Do you accept these terms?
    Suddenly, the tone of the narrative was not really akin to Matt’s style any more, Kyle considered, and with this observation the words, ‘Do you accept these terms?’, turned the colour of deepest violet and held Kyle’s attention.
    He was considering the question seriously, when a ripple travelled through the leather cover in his hands. ‘What the —’
    The movement prompted Kyle to cast the book on to the table. ‘What’s going on?’ He wiped his hands down his shirt, deciding he must be imagining things.
    Kyle did not take the book back in hand, instead he cautiously leant forward to read on.
    You speak English, don’t you? What is there not to understand? the text replied. Either you don’t feel you’re up to the task, or you’ve decided it’s time to make something of yourself. In which case, turn to the next page and start to read. Now, if your consciousness can cope with that, which is it? WE’RE WAITING!
    The book rose from the table as the rippling motion moved through the cover once more.
    Kyle swallowed hard, stunned beyond rational thought. Nothing of