My dread of Cray Fenton blaming me for all of this came to fruition tonight.

Hyla Grime, another cross-over from the Third Level Society, apparently invited by Timothy Paulson without even awareness from Cray Fenton and the Galleston family, made her debut in "The Circle" and made it well-known.

She built upon Schott's idea, saying that each town should be upon a dymensional frame located in that town, with the multitude of dymensional frames connected by long cables to each other to create the unified world of the region of North Kempton and the surrounding counties; in other words, very much like the multifaceted dymensional plane of the Third Level Society, except the frames are much more spaced out in terms of physical distance in the real world.

"The Circle" was split in half over this, with one side supporting and one side opposing. Finally, Fenton lost his patience and cried out: "Where would we get the outrageous funding for this!? Obviously Grandmother Galleston's will won't suffice here!"

"Kontacet!" Hyla said. "Isn't that who you called when you were the Dungeonmaster!? That's who Meon Bell called when the Society built the big Caucus Chamber!"

"Liar!" Fenton spat. "I wouldn't call the Kontacets if my life depended on it! And neither would Meon! I'm not turning this place into a goddamn franchise!"

I stepped in at that point and broke up what appeared to be turning into a physical tussle. We decided to call a temporary break from the session in order to let tempers cool.

For me, I decided to walk a small path around the driveway and front yard of the house. It was after dark, but the place was relatively well lit.

It was there where I was approached by Cray Fenton.

"Who are these idiots you keep recruiting!?" he said, shoving me. "We had it peaceful here before you came. Now these out-of-town fools are here having brought all that chaos and disruption we had in the Society!" Then he pointed a finger at me. "You said that you came to get away from the Society! You led me into trusting you! I wouldn't have otherwise given you a second thought! And if I had known about this political tornado you had up your sleeve, I would've had you banned from here before the Gallestons put a face to your name!"

"Listen. Listen. I know," I said. "Look. I can have a talk with Hyla Grimes, Timothy Paulson, Alan Schott..."

"No. No," Fenton laughed. "They're completely out of your control. Come on. I know Third Level Society dynamics better than anyone on this property. They own this project now, and there's nothing you or I can do about it."

I had the urge to shout him down at that point, but I knew better. I knew he was correct on the hard-headedness of Third Level Society Members, past and present. "I very much doubt the accusations Hyla made about the Kontacets," I replied calmly instead. "In fact, I don't even understand why she mentioned them in the first place." What I didn't tell Cray was that I was beginning to feel a bit suspicious about Hyla and possible vested interest; although, Cray did not need to hear that now, or so I thought.

But Cray surprised me with a confession then and there. "I took loans from the Kontacet family to push my crazy agendas in the Third Level Society." I guess I had a dumbfounded expression on my face at this, because he continued. "I know, Oscar. Isn't that pathetic of me? And when I got kicked out, I still had to pay back the loans, about eight-thousand credits. I nearly went bankrupt in the process, and would have, had it not been for the Gallestons. Richard and the late Grandmother Galleston have my undying gratitude there."

Indeed, I was in a bit of a shock over this. Up to this point, I had always known the Kontacet family, the entity in control of the House of Masons in Jestopole and South Masonia, as being outsiders in the world of the Third Level Society. They were one of the founding families of industry in modern Middle Remikra, and therefore, even to this day, one of the richest. They stood to make a profit off anything remotely profitable. And they took special interest in dymensional planes, for they were close cousins to granular planes, where things could be stored and things could happen in the fabric fold of reality so as not to take up substantial volume. And with the right tweaking, dymensional planes, they believe, could open substantial numbers of business opportunities.

I've known for awhile that the Kontacets were a thirsty bunch. So did Meon, and so did the founders of the Third Level Society, including Ivella Ogden, as well as did the forerunners of the unnamed Project of 1231, whose forced termination led to the student uprising that founded Cabotton University.

"I'm sorry," said Fenton, putting his hand on my shoulder. "Are you surprised?" After a long pause, "Listen, I did things then that I would not do today. I'm free of the debt though. And never again will I interact with the Kontacets."

It's been a rough night tonight with sleeping, but now I will at least try. Or rest until I become restless come morning.