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Year 2006 (49 years later) There was a faint sound of crushing gravel as the little blue car pulled to a stop in the small parking lot.  An aging man got out of the driver’s side.  He was extremely tall and well built for his age, and his hair was cut short and in varying shades of gray.  A thick matching moustache adorned his slender, kindly face.  Square glasses were perched on his nose. He reached back into the car, pulled out a simple mahogany cane, and with its help made his way over to the other side of the car. He opened the passenger door and helped a young girl out of the car.  This girl was fifteen years old, and skinny and s