Young Mance worked on his staff, convinced that if he carved it just right, he could harness the power of time. And many years later, he did. Stroking his now bearded, scraggly chin, he peered deep through the mists of time. He saw a wife, a son, a kiss on the cheek of a man too busy to notice. Comet showers, super blooms. A birth, a wedding, a funeral… Mance recoiled, disappointed with what he saw. “Stupid thing! That was the past… ...show me the future!”