Go For The Bread
Once you get closer you can see a watch. It looks somewhat familiar.
As you get closer the crystal around your neck glows brighter, and
brighter.
A bright flash of light comes from the crystal and you fall back on
the rough cobbles into a dream.
The watch belonged to a man, a baker? Yes, you can recall standing
opposite him at a counter handing you over a basket full of bread,
rolls and other baked goods...
Then you remeber seeing him drop his wheelbarrow another time and
running, from... what seems to be some cloaked figure all in black...
so you ran... yes, you ran and ran...
You limp down the cobble street toward the pile of contents which have
fallen out of the wheelbarrow. Your legs begin to feel very weak.
