Dacer glared at Jeff and grinned. "At least your spirit's operational," Dacer said, following Jeff outside. "I don't get what's so special about that fucking apple though. Grace hands out apples for free..."

	It only took a few minutes to reach the center of the small circular village square. In the middle was the grand apple tree that had been growing long before the village was set up here. They called it 'Nino Our Mother' since it had helped the town grow for decades. There were several people staring at Jeff in disdain. Dacer leaned into his taller friend and whispered into his ear, "Do your thing, buckaroo."