Chapter Seven

President Vilvardö shifted uneasily on the mattress, beads of sweat forming on his face. They totally soaked the sheets. So uncomfortable was he. The sounds in his head and the hot breath on his neck, wouldn’t stop. His foe wouldn’t stop hurting him. Occasionally, the hand would be placed gently on his shoulder, and he would try to beat it off, but would succeed in beating himself hard. He kept on hearing the same threats, again and again. However, being of a stubborn type and a man of scientific nature, he tried to convince everyone that it was just an illusion, some terrible nightmare, some strange vision. But was it?

Deep within him, however, his opinion was far from the common conceptions he had tried to create. He felt imminent danger approaching, some terrible disaster, a great catastrophe. The warnings, however never pointed to the source of the problems, confusing him all the more. He knew, nevertheless, that as long as the warning came to him alone, it was within himself that