You were walking around the emptiness all by yourself, Two was at the distance yet not far, working on a broken lightbulb left burnt out in the browned wasteland. Two turned around with an old smile and a flinch as he noticed your prescense. “I always hoped Nine wasn’t the last one to arrive. Tell me, what is your name?” He sounded old yet hopeful, looking into your camera-shuttered eyes, waiting for your response as he folded his hands behind his back.