When you answer the door your meet with a kid about the age of 14.
"I noticed you broke the torch." He said.
"Who are you? Or better question, how do you know about the torch?" you reply.
"Simple really. I made it. Everyone knows who buys there stuff" he replied with a chill in his voice.
"Then who are you?"
"My name is un-important."
"Not true"
"Fine. My name is Time."
"Your real name"
"That is my real name" he says as he holds up an ID card. It is true. His ID agrees. But there was an ominous vibe coming off the card.
"How'd you get an ID card at such an young age?" you ask in you still silky voice.
"I'm older than I look" he replied with a sight bit of sadness in his voice.
"Anyway, can I come in? It's getting cold out here" he says. You allow him in, but carefully. He explanes to you the ins and outs of the torch and tells you how to fix it. And sure enough it works again. You contemplate changing back should you?