Skater watched the trid screens through the crystal-clear plastiglass window of the DocDrama trideo outlet. All of the thirty or more he could see carried different channels, but all of them were broadcasting stories concerning Dunkelzahn’s will. He was only able to see bits and pieces over and through the crowd that ranged four and five deep in the Tacoma Mall, drawn by the magic of the incredible wealth that had been doled out by Nadja Daviar.