A typical day. Before I met Kurdy? Out in the world? Every day was a struggle to survive. Wake up at dawn, get up off the ground or the doorway or wherever else I'd managed to fall asleep and try to find something to eat. Then start walking. Sometimes I'd know where I was going, because I had a purpose. Or instructions. Those were the mornings when I'd wake up and hear God's Voice. Didn't matter where I was headed or why. When the Voice talks to me, I go where I'm told. Best not to argue.

On other days . . . days when I didn't have a message to deliver . . . I'd just walk until I came to the next settlement. Some place where I could barter the stuff I collected in exchange for a meal ­ usually my only one for the day, sometimes several days ­ and other goods I could trade. I never stayed in the towns. I kept moving. Most people don't like strangers. They work and fight hard for what little they have, so any stranger can be a threat. An extra mouth to feed has been known to start wars.

But after I met Kurdy? After I sort of became a part of Thunder Mountain? A typical day could include riding shotgun, sometimes literally, in a battered old truck, going back to some of those same towns and trying to convince the people to join Markus' Alliance. To stand up against the threat of Daniel and his forces, before they subjugate the world. Before they destroy anyone who stands in their way. Get up, go to the next town, meet with the council and try to sell the Alliance to a bunch of people who just want to be left alone, and move on to the next one down the line. Pretty much the same thing I've always done, only a bit more organized.

I guess there's really only one constant in my life. The only thing that can truly be called "typical" of my day. I go where the Voice sends me. No matter what. No matter where or how dangerous. I don't have a choice in the matter. God speaks and I do what I'm told. Typical.