Radom, Poland. March 8th, 1940. Its late at night in the house. The rain is pouring. Some German troops stand outside with their rifles on lookout. Inside, the light on Addy’s desk is still on. He is writing down the names of the people you both rescued so far on cigarette wrappers. As he finishes, he wraps them up and places them in the glass jar with the others.

"That makes the 267th person", Addy mumbles to himself leaning back on the chair of the of the bedroom