His name was Meridan. The year was 3,697 BBY. He was five years old, born in 3,702 BBY. He watched his father pushing his crates up the ramp. "Hi Dad!" Meridan ran towards his father. "I know you want to see your father," Deimus picked Meridan up off the floor, "but you need to be careful so you don't fall off." "Okay Deimus," Meridan said, "and you can let me down now." Deimus laughed and set Meridan back onto the floor. "How was it?" he asked. "Good. It went well," Meridan's father said. "How much did you get?" Deimus asked. "Everything," Meridan's mother said. "Everything?" Deimus repeated. □□□ □□□