As he lay there on the bed in just his briefs and nothing else, Lucio was in a special place between the lands of sleep and consciousness. This was the place where the well of his genius and creativity existed. He had drawn a lot of wonderful ideas from this well and tonight, he had returned to it, hoping to draw even more. New plans for the expansion of his business with the merman as an important central piece, if only he could get the bastard to behave himself. There was also the... Damn! What was making that banging sound? Was it coming from inside the well or was it...