"Excuse me, sir." You say, approaching the bench. "Maybe you can help me . . ." "I don't think so, young scoundrel." Says a man in the dark, from the other side of the room." You star at him but you can't see his face, hidden in the shadows. You feel scared but you try to don't show your emotions. "Can you?" You say, going to him. You see his bright smile from the dark. His teeth shine in the shade. You begin to feel panic, but you say nothing. "Sure I can." Says the man. "You should like to come back home, isn't it?" "That's sure. But I don't even know where I am." The man laugh. "I can offer you an answer, but I want some gold." "I have no money with me, sir." "Oh, you'll have. Ha! Ha! Ha! You'll have." You look frightened but you have no chance. Maybe he can be the only one who can help you, but you need a warranty. What do you do? - I accept his offer. - I take time. |