It was March, 4th, and the year was 2622.
It was a perfectly normal day in the town of Leedsville, England. The weather was according to the current season -early spring- and the people working, or not working, sleeping or awake, happy or unhappy, acted in a perfectly normal way, doing exactly what they were supposed to be doing at that day. Here and there a joke was told, every now and then a vase would break somewhere or a small child would stumble over something lying on the ground and start to cry...
Indeed, it was as normal as it could get. It was normal life, full of its ups and downs all around...
Night had already cast its veil of darkness upon the little town, when, at precisely 11.24 pm, the woman in her late thirties who laid on a bed in a room at the end of the corridor on the third floor in the local hospital gave a cry. Not long after that, and after the baby had done its first scream, she was allowed to hold her newborn son. He looked into her eyes with wonder, and the woman who had become a mother smiled at him...
At that moment, and just for a fragment of a second, the stars sparkled a little bit brighter than usual, and somewhere far far away, heard by no one except a few trees, a nightingale sang a tune that hasn't been sung in ages.
And the earth knew that the time had come again...