The scene:
Deep in the forests of exurban Maryland. Nothing but silence all around. A gentleman is sitting alone at a tree stump, looking down at the papers he is supposed to be grading in between occasional periods of blankly staring into the forest. His expression is one of wistfulness and bitterness. He looks aged far beyond his relative youth. The regret is palpable to all observers. Lost dreams. Mistaken decisions. Good intentions gone wrong.
The crinkle of a leaves crunching interrupts his thoughts, the same ones he’s been ruminating in these long seven years. A muscular and handsome blonde man is approaching.
He instinctively looks away.
“It is time for you to return to your rightful place.”
“You know I cannot. I gave that life up.”
“The situation has changed. You’re needed now more than ever.”
“I already told you, the answer is no. I will never return.”
“One last job Bsh1. One last job.”
The pair lock eyes. Slowly, but steadily, Bsh1 nods.
