I thought losing my job, my home, and my future was rock bottom. I was wrong. Under a grimy city bridge, a man in a half-pristine, half-tattered suit offered salvation to the forgotten souls around me. For the low price of their worldly possessions, he gave them a ticket to another place. I watched them take the deal. I watched their smiles twist into silent screams as they vanished into nothingness. He looked at me, the last one left, and said I wasn't ready. Now, I'm haunted by their faces, and I have to find out what 'ready' means before he comes back for me.