Cold winter nights shook the small town up in the Alama Mountains. A shiver went down the town’s spine as the croaking of wheels grew closer. A wagon made its way through the town’s windy roads. It lurched to a stop as it confronted a doorway. The driver shifted down from the wagon and stepped inside. There, he met a man with a bushy beard and uncombed brown hair. The man that pulled the wagon dragged up a chair and sat down. He looked straight into the brown haired man’s eyes. The pupils whitened as the man shaped the few words that came out of his mouth. He bent down, drawing closer to the other man, silently whispering, “The time has come.”