Zach had finally come to. His face itched from his beard-
"Aaaah!"
He quickly gathered himself and observed the scene: a hospital, with technology foreign to his eyes.

But what of the rival gangs? The sand dunes? His questions were answered immediately, as if read by a psychic.

"It is I, Jamal. I saved you from an untimely funeral."

Jamal was a humble man who appeared of humble origin. His clothes seemed to clash, as if appearances didn`t matter at all. His messy hair and slender appearance was odd enough, but was clearly visible when compared to the room. The room seemed to be the very antithesis of Jamal: clean and orderly, perfect and exact.

Zach, fearing for his life asked, "What about your nemesis? Has it been a week already?

Jamal instantly laughed.
"Boy, or should I say, man, you`ve been out for like 500 weeks. It`ll actually be the 10th anniversary of your coma tomorrow."
"So, I`m safe? No more insane lifestyle for me?"

"Of course, Zach! However, you know you have a debt to me now. Do some things for me, and you`re a free man."

To which Zach replied, perhaps not as gratefully as he should, "But I`ve never been free."

"No Worries!" replied Jamal, "Your chore list will take a week tops, seeing that I`m going to make you a time traveler like myself."

"So how did you find me? You didn`t even know we were to meet yet."

Jamal, who seemed trustworthy enough, was witholding information, for reasons we`ll get to later.

"Let`s just say time was on your side, and destiny brought us together."

Zach wasn`t sure if as to take Jamal seriously, but atleast the Nameless Gangster was out of his life. Zach ironically dozed off to sleep right after (as if ten years wasn`t enough), feeling very tired throughout his encounter with the abstract Jamal.

Jamal, the quirky man he was, immediately left the room, as if in a hurry. But why should a time traveler be worried about time itself?