The wind was cold. Clouds, dark.
The light was gone. To anyone else, it was the end of an ordinary day.

To Marks, this was the end of the line. His last escape.

Nothing else seemed to work.
Something wanted him alive. Maybe someone. He didn’t know.

He’d been running.
Deep breath. Closed his eyes.

‘He can’t follow me here, he wouldn’t follow me here’.

In the blink, the drop of a tear, his life had been torn apart.
Charles Marks was just like you. Or me. A simple man, trying to survive.
Life was routine, till he answered a phone call. That was the day he met him.
It was a job offer, the likes of which he had never heard before.

An impressive salary, great benefits, and much more. Until he heard the conditions.

He snapped out of it. Climbed down from the ledge.
He grabbed the crowbar he had brought with him. The one he used to break the lock on the gates. Started walking west.
There had been a car crash nearby. Police and spectators all around.
Charles ware sure, the Traveler was here.