April cried. She would surely be fattened up, slaughtered and sold. While she was sobbing and grunting, she squealed in alarm as a shadow loomed over her. But to her surprise he did not attack her. He lowered himself to the ground close to her and said, "You are April, correct?" Tears in her eyes, she nodded miserably. She looked at him. He had a medium build, was clean-shaven, with short-cut dark brown hair with a few strands of white starting to show at the front, dark brown, calm and introspective eyes, a straight, medium-sized nose, and a medium-sized, rather serious mouth. "I know who put you in this position-the Soul Man. Speak, I can understand you, April". So April talked. To any normal man, it would have been unintelligable grunts and squeals. But April's visitor was no ordinary man. This was their conversation. April: "Yes, it was the Soul Man. But how did you know?" Stranger: "Because only he would do something like this. He's done it before". April: "Can you help me?" "Yes, and I will. Now be silent. I must fight him".