Flashback to three nights before the current day, Martins Grey could be seen on the telephone call, holding it's handset close to his ears and with his left hand, he held the dialpad closely to himself.

He stood close to an open window which displayed the clear blue sky which was gradually turning dark as the sun was leaving it's seat in readiness for the moon's arrival.

The winds were blowing freely into the room, passing through the curtains, and blowing through his hair and cooling his warm skin, refreshing his soul and body as he talked deeply on the phone call.

"Yeah! Yeah!! Sure. Look I get you. I...