"What if everything you thought to be true, wasn't?" Emet heard whisperings in the air utter the words he wasn't sure were meant for his mortal ears. "If all you've been taught was a lie, painstakingly crafted to deceive you and the others, would you even care?" Emet knew unquestionably now that the air-or whoever dwelled in its clutches-was indeed speaking to him. So after far too little thought, he answered. "I'd care." "Would you care enough to warn the others, no matter the cost?" the voice from the unseen realm wondered of the man lying cozy and snuggled in his bed. "I suppose I would, yes." "We shall see ... we shall see." It was the last words he heard before his eyes were closed by a hand he neither saw nor felt. Nevertheless, Emet unknowingly had agreed to a journey he'd forever wish he never took, for the responsibility of it would weigh painfully heavy on the poor man.