Jeffery stared out at the massive wall taking in its many cracks and splotches of foliage that had managed to grow from it. The wall may have been beautiful at some point but now it was worn and run down much like a sock. Though its appearance was less then great it was still awe inspiring to Jeffery who had dreamt of what was on the other side for years now and today was the day he would put his dreams to rest and cross over. The boy carefully and quietly had snuck his way out of his home that night and was now making his way through the hole in the wall that he marvelled at for years. As he crossed over to the other side he saw a stone bridge that crossed over a frozen stream. Carefully he made his way towards the large bridge trying to stay as quiet as possible.