Stay sharp. Stay alive. Torv can't remember how long he's been running, but he can't stop. Or they will catch up to him.

One moment he was rowing in the stream with Daisy, tendrils of his aromatic pipe smoke trailing behind them in the spring afternoon. Until they arrived. And he began running.

So he follows the old trader's mantra: Stay Sharp. Stay Alive. And they haven't caught him yet.

He knows he can't run forever. He will have to face his pursuers, and as a result, his destiny.