Isaac never heard those words, he could only hear those words. The “escort” threw him back into the black marble room, and there Isaac lay, thinking of the man’s offer.

Can I trust him? Does it matter? Yes! Of course it matters, he could be lying! But what if he’s not…?

He debated this in his head for awhile, back and forth, and was so caught up in it he didn’t realize that Linda had come back in as well.

Linda stared at Isaac for a minute, but her thoughts were unknown now. Perhaps they were of what he thought of the proposition, perhaps they were on the one she had tried. No one would know, for now.

Eventually the minutes turned to hours and those turned into days. Every now and then some bread and water would be brought in, but Isaac wouldn’t eat much, just sit there and think, until one day, when the “escort” brought his food, he stopped him and said,

“Please sir, tell him I… am willing to hear his offer, if he promises to cure me.”

Funny thing how fate works, premade and yet free to change.