It all started one day twenty four years ago. Stuart was finishing up a long bass solo when he heard the rare sound of a California Condor screeching in the distance. He ventured into the nearby forest, searching and wandering alone in the dark. He came upon the carcass of a moose. Perched on top was the Condor, staring unblinking into the eyes of our young hero. He knelt next to the fleshy mound and started pulling organs. Strings of slithery blood chunks falling around him. A naked body emerged. Twas Clare!