Before me stood the man. I could not see his face, the hood on his black robe concealed his face completely. He lifted his arm, revealing a long pale bony hand, and he beckoned me too him. I looked up at raven perched on my shoulder, he stood there silently watching him. Cameron obviously did not trust this man, yet i trusted him completely. The man gestured again for me to come forward, and i did walk up to him. The stench of rotting flesh washed over me, and i felt a strong longing to make love to him. His arm reached up and he touched upon my nose with the tip of his finger, gently caressing it before his arm moved down my face, down through my long beard and onto my chest, and then on to my stomach where he placed his hand flat. Suddenly he plunged his hand into my flesh. Blood dripped onto the cold snow at my feet, and i laughed as i felt his hand move through my body, touching upon each of my organs. Cameron let out a fierce cry, yet stood there and continued to watch. He took out his hand, and held it up to my mouth, letting me lick it clean. Weakness overcame me and i fell to my knees in the snow. It was so cold all of a sudden. I took Cameron in my hands, and inserted him into the gaping wound in my stomach, thinking at the time it is the right thing to do. I looked up at where the friendly stranger was, only to find he was not there anymore, only an old, frail man, wearing nothing at all, letting me look upon his warm looking, saggy genitals. He looked into my eyes, then stared up at the night sky. Before me he lifted into sky, moving upwards slowly until i could no longer see him. I laughed as i fell face forward into the bloodstained snow before me, and I continued to laugh out loud until i was too weak to use my voice. I closed my eyes, and let the cold wash over my body. As i lay there, feeling my mind disappearing, i thought to myself what a good day it had been.