There was darkness as surrounding, there was no light, there was no sound; only the drops of water falling, were keeping him alive. The food was tasteless as always, the sound muffed by the thick stone walls, and the chains on the feet and on the hands no longer were felt; no longer tinged his arms. The droplets of blood that fell, were now dried. Tears fell from its face, or what was called as such, some time ago; and he knew, oh he knew what was going to happen, when feet came walking calmly and softly towards his cell. He saw, the man, if could be called such, in black robes, with eyeless sockets, and with such a bony complex; and the scythe, oh the scythe, that hung on its back, with the clock sand. He didn't spoke, there was no need; by reaching that beings hand, and grabbing it willingly, he realized something, there was no pain, the hunger vanished, he no longer felt exhausted; the wounds were gone, the darkness was chased away by the light that suddenly started surrounding him, white, beautiful light; the one that makes you feel at home. And then he smiled, he smiled the most beautiful smile that a being once human could make, and said two last words before vanishing into blindness, thank you. While, the bony figure knew, he was not the first, nor the last; and he will keep doing his job, till the end of times.