The field was lit only by the moonlight. Toby felt at peace with everything and was enjoying the silence. He knew what was coming and accepted it. At 72 he was too old to continue running. In the distance he heard sirens screaming towards his little field, his little home, and was willing to embrace them with open arms. The time was finally here to give himself up to the world. It had finally caught up. It had only taken 42 years....