“What? That’s him? How can it be?” Susan whispered to me.“I don’t know.” I started thinking at a rapid rate. “Is this it, then? My time?” I whispered very quietly.I knew it had to come to this. As if January wasn’t bad enough. But, this man, this ‘Everworth’ guy and his details about the future, they intrigue me. I can’t resist the temptation of facing him, even though it might mean the end of my life. Susan, my wife, she wouldn’t want that. But my story is one of millions, and the world will not suffer if it ends too soon.My name is John Smith, and I am ALIVE!