You go downstairs to escape the strange internet crud. The sphere is still sitting on the table, and you stare at it, thinking things over. As your eyes are about to glaze over, you see the orb start to change - it slowly pulses from grey into a bright red. You rub your eyes, but it's still there - a now-starkly-red orb that you can't freaking figure out. You've had just about as much weirdness as you can take today, figure that maybe you really do need some rest. You start to question as to whether Aunt Mareen weren't right all those years - maybe you ARE the one in the family headed for the looney bin. As a child, you always giggled and smiled at the thought of ending up with Bugs (or maybe Babs from Tiny Toons, depending on how expansive you were feeling that day), thought it really didn't sound all that bad. Plus, Aunt Mareen was a smoker and sounded like a trash can lid. With Aunt Mareen shudders, you pull the blankets tight around you as you settle into bed. Sadly, Aunt Mareen even haunts you in your dreams, and she tries to whisper with her trashcan voice into your ear. She keeps quietly repeating "Neat..... neat..... neat..... neat....." until she screams the question, "WHAT'S LEFT?! IF YOU TAKE NEAT FROM MY NAME, WHAT CAN YOU MAKE OF WHAT'S LEFT?" jarring you awake. You shake your head back and forth. "Neat, Aunt Mareen, neat? What IS left?"