The Two Chains

I know now. It is clear. And she knew, too, which was why she surfaced. She had been gone a year. Both she and I are unsure of what to do, both of us afraid. The question is, when will the attack come? The years I had spent dormant and inactive has given me an unusual amount of wisdom, yet despite this advantage, even I cannot predict what is to come. I can only pray and hope that I will fall into the right hands-in the hands of a young boy I know is out there. But is he ready?