We were there in Tsaw. Although I was the only one alive we were there. My arms clutched her limp body. I could have sat there, cradling her dead body all day and all night for the next hundred years when I can could have died as well but I knew that I had to kill What's His Face for his evil.

I carried her over to the grass and dug for many hours. I placed her in the grave and covered the grave with dirt.

"Goodbye Hermia."

I reluctantly left the grave. I walked for about ten minutes before I realised that all that digging made me tired. I walked but then I got so tired that I collapsed and fell asleep.

I was in complete darkness. I didn't know where anything was. All I could hear was a piercing scream, a blood curdling scream that pierced anything else that could possibly be there. I listened and realised in was coming from in front of me. I ran.

I ran faster and faster and in the distance a faint image revealed itself to me. I ran faster and faster; I needed to see what it was. Then, I approached it. And I saw him.

"Don Cobb?"

"You need to-"

"Get out of my mind!"

I grabbed him and wrestled him. I punched him and kicked him. I was about to deliver another blow when he said:

"Stop! Stop! I need to tell you something very important."

"What?"

"Some people have captured you in the real world. They will seem very threatening but whatever you do not attack them. They will kill you."

"And why should I do what you say?"

"Because I'm a spy. And if we can't trust spies, what man can we trust?"

"True."

My dream collapsed. The darkness faded and I was in the sun, bound by ropes with native-looking people staring at me.

"What do the numbers mean?"

"What? Who the heck are you?"

"What do the numbers mean? What is the answer? Who created them? Answer me bitch!"

"Kiss my ass!"

Normally I wouldn't curse but they were just frustrating me. One of them held a knife to my throat.

"You can't kill me!"

"Answer Bond! Do you not understand? The world is on the brink of fucking war!"

"Whose war? Who the fuck are you anyway? Wait…who the fuck is Bond?"

"Do not fuck with me Bond! We know you are an English spy! Only you can translate the number codes for us."

"What the fuck! I don't even have a fucking British accent! Are you fucking crazy?"

"You are just disguising your accent. We know who you are!"

"Fuck you! Why the fuck would a spy want to disguise his fucking accent?"

"Why would we know? We are not English spies like you Bond!"

"Fuck you! You're fucking crazy ass bitches. All of you!"

After our um….. 'conversation' he muttered something to one of his friends and he picked me up and carried me into a cave. He threw me in a cellar and slid a paper underneath the door. I picked it up and looked at it. The paper read:

2+2=

"You will not leave the room until you transfer the number codes and use it to build weapons for us," the man said from behind the door.

"What the fuck? How the fuck am I supposed to build shit with this?"

"Figure it out!"

I sighed and sat in a chair. I looked at the simple problem again. I decided I might as well answer the question. I tried to look for a pen.

"I can give you a pen," a Russian voice said from behind me.

I looked and saw a scarred, long-bearded Russian man sitting on the chair. He was very muscular but looked depressed and worn down like Old Man Steven's cardboard box. I was scared because I didn't know who he was.

"Um….who are you?" I tried to ask as politely as possible.

"Oh….me? I'm Viktor Dragovich," he responded.

"Oh, okay. Can I have a pen?"

"Oh. Yes, of course."

He took a pen out of his pocket and threw it to me. I caught it in my hand and picked up the paper with the problem and wrote a four to the right of the equal sign. At that time I remembered what Don Cobb said to me.

"Viktor, do you know anything about Don Cobb?" I asked him.

"Oh, yes. He warns anyone who is captured by these monsters to be careful with them. I heard you cursing them. You should not curse, you know."

It was then that the reality that I had said all of these bad things hit me. I shouldn't have. I said a quick prayer to God asking for forgiveness and said:

"Yes, I know. I sort of…..lost control."

"I understand. They want you to make weapons. No matter what they do to you must not make a scrap for them. What is your name?"

"Tigwwa Redd. At least someone does not believe I am not this Bond person they keep talking about."

"Yes. They think everyone who stumbles upon their land is a spy. Only one spy has ever stumbled on their land. He told them his name and escaped. 'Bond. James Bond' he said his name was. Ever since then they have been hunting him down, wanting greatly to kill him."

I walked up and began pacing.

"What should I do Viktor?" I asked him.

"Do not worry Tigwwa. I have a plan."