a boy looks out of the window towards the vast roaring waves in the east of the stalwart mountains, they look preerty as pretty as he would have ever imagine, or even more so. suddendly a screeching sound comes from beside him, he looks and notices 'the' large blob of flesh moving towards the palm of his left hand which he had kept on the wodden jurking table. upon noticing the blob, the boy lets out a smile, and utters "my time has come". the jurking immediatly stops and as if everthing around him being attracted by a strong gravitatioal pool comes to a sudden stop and the whole carriage-cum-room begains to fall in
