— Oh, OK.
— Yeah... You know, actually, I can't think of a single thing to say.
— No, neither can I.
— The game is over.
— The game is never over, John. But there may be some new players now. That' OK, The East Wind takes us all in the end.
— What's that?
— It's a story my brother told me when we were kids. The East Wind is a terriffying force that lays waste to all in its path. It seeks out the unworthy and plucks them from the earth. That was generally me.
— Nice.
— He's a rubbish big brother.
— So what about you, then? Where are you actually going now?
— Oh, some undercover work in Easten Europe.
— For how long?
— Six months, my brother estimates. He's never wrong.
— And then what?
— Who knows?