The Storyteller remembered an ancient story, a story that came from many cultures on many worlds. Thanatos, the Angel of Death, Grimnir, la Morte, the Grim Reaper, Śmierć, यम, 閻魔王, Susan's grandfather...the list goes on and on. It was the story of Death, come to life.

As the Storyteller spun the tale, the Brakeman reached out of the cab. A bony finger grazed a strand of the tapestry.