The bedroom is completely dark except for a sliver of light that shines from the light of the moon through the crack in the blinds. He, who is nameless, tossed back and forth in his bed. It is almost three in the morning, and he is in out of sleep. He is mumbling incoherent things in an angry, heavy tone. To the untrained ear the mumbling sounds like a person talking in his sleep, but if you listen closely enough you will notice that the sounds are repetitive and do not waiver in pitch or tone ... it's a chant, a chant of protection ... and it's not working. But before this poor fellow potentially takes the longest sleep in his entire life, he surely deserves to be named. His name is .........