"The people are very angry about the fact that there won't be any action," says Klimas.

"There is a war that we're going to have to fight through, but the time has come to stop these wars. The time has come to rebuild society, and to heal and to heal these wounds."

"How much time will it take?" asks Klimas.

"Probably a hundred years."


"Well, at least let's have a nice peaceful world for everyone to live in," Klimas says.

That conversation would have lasted no longer than a few minutes, but I can see already that it's starting to get more tense. My mind is spinning with the sheer amount of things at work, each one of which causes tension in its own right. I can't even think straight enough to keep up. I know that sooner or later I'll have to pull some tricks to keep the peace, and I don't even know what they are yet. How am I supposed to survive in this chaos?





"I have a few ideas, and a few tricks up my sleeve too," Klimas says.

"But you know I need the rest of the plan ready before you say anything to anyone," I say.

Klimas laughs.

"Oh! What! You really want to survive?" he asks.



"Yeah, but the rest of the plan just has to be made first. I don't want to be that one person that tries to get things done, since I'm probably doing it in the wrong way."

I look down at my hands.

"Are you seriously saying I have to give you the whole plan?"

"Huh, that's what you said in the beginning, so I'll take it," Klimas says.

"Okay, I see. Then how else are we going to do this?" I ask.

"Well I suppose it's up to us to make this happen. That's why we're working so hard every day."



"Well that's certainly a relief," I say.

Before I can ask anymore how are you going to do this, or even if you're even working with anyone, something flashes over me and I grab hold of a tree branch, shaking it and tearing it into smaller pieces with my bare hands. I drag myself out of the swamp and into