The Time, The Place and the Death

And now, another tale well calculated to keep you in. What is it like for a man to know his own future and to be able to prepare for his own fatal accident? Listen now to the time, the place, and the death, written by Peter from Andes.

Andes, andes, andes. Dear, it is again, it's in your abilities. Yes, yes, the Ace of Spames. The Ace of Spain never have I seen anything more positive three times through the cars and they turn up in the same sequence this then is a warning to me a warning on your decision of fact this is a prediction of the inevitable no but you have seen for yourself three times yes that's true but to die now in the prime of life in perfect health

Who can dispute fate? I am sorry, Signor, but you are fortunate that you know now. Do not question further. Accept. You will be happier. Accept? Happy? To know that very soon I will cease to live?

Happy to know that only about two weeks or all that remain to me of this exquisite life. Would you care to go through the cards again, Signor? No, no, thank you. How much do I owe you?

No charge. He said I wish to offer you my deepest chance. Why Henry? Good afternoon, Irene. How nice to see you. And on a Tuesday. Tuesday isn't one of your usual days. I trust I'm not causing you any inconvenience by dropping in unexpectedly like this.

I'm quite alone, Henry. Good. I have some sensational, some marvelous news for you, my dear. And amusing, I'd say, from that smile. You can't quite conceal my dear Irene. Have you ever wondered where and under what circumstances you will die?