The rain beats down on you drenching you to the bone. You can barely see beyond your own hand. Suddenly the storm lets up enough to see a huge house in the distance. You run for it as if your life depends on it. Just before you reach the steps to the front door it opens and an old butler stands in the doorway grinning at you.

"Welcome. Welcome come on in get out of the rain before you drown. Though before you do can you tell an old, nearly blind man how many there are with you? I also would like to know are you a man or a woman. You see these old eyes only see well close up. Anything past my hand is blurry. For all I know your are just a statue. You are real?" The old man says as he squints at you.

"Yes I'm real and thank you I would love to come in." You say before telling him anything more about yourself.