'The box'. Where did it come from? Nobody knew, not even its current holder. He couldn't even remember how it had come into his possession. But much time had passed since then and now it was time for the box to find new hands to travel the world in. The haggard old man walked the streets of the quiet little town. Not a whole lot happened here, he knew that much. The old man's vision was failing him, yet he clung onto the box as if his life depended on it. He knew he was short of time, yet at the same time, he knew he would not pass until the box was safely in the hands of its next owner.