Pinxviin thought about the so called 'Plague' one more time. He tried to remember what excactly did the men say yesterday. It was supposed to be dangerous, slowly killing you from the inside and turning your corpse into who-knows-what. 'How drunk were they anyway?' Pinxviin thought as he did not bealive it that much, but happens if it is really true? He stopped and looked at the river. He saw a reflection of his grown-up daughter and wife standing next to him. ''I hope you're okay.'' He whispered as a small smile appeared on his face. After blinking he instead saw a smoke a mile away and was surprised and scared. ''This means bad'' He said and ran through water to the other side of the river, towards the smoke.