Kyle looked up at the man who entered the soup kitchen, one of the charities where he worked.  The man seemed a bit weird, as he wore a medieval style robe and sandals, but that wasn't that big of a deal.  After all, many of the people who came in were what most people would call "weird".  "I'm sorry, sir, but lunch won't be ready for another hour.  You can sit and wait if you want, even have a bottle of water, though you'll have to wait a bit for food."

"Actually, I was hoping to give you something.  Do you mind?"

That too was strange, but some people wanted to try and repay you for your kindness, often with little crafts.  "Sure," he said, holding out his hand.  The man had asked him if he would be willing to be a god, given the chance, the day before.

Instead of placing something he carved into the man's hand, the man in the robe reached out and touched Kyles forehead.  Kyle knew he needed to go to a certain field in Nebraska in a few days.  "Hey, Kyle, can you help me finish with the dishes?" a voice called out from behind him.

"Sure," he said, turning around, "be there in a little while."  He turned back around to see that there was no evidence of the man being there.  [i]He must have left, or went to the bathroom,[/i] thought Kyle as he stood up to go to the kitchen.

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Kyle pulled up to the edge of the field and turned off his car.  There were already a few people there, so he got out.  "Hello!" he called out.