Prologue.

I'm not quite sure how it came about. Actually, now that I think about it, it wasn't some drunken rambling that somehow escalated into fits of giggles and later a deadly hangover. We were sober, we were happy, the sun was shining and we were walking home to Clara's with a hamburger in a bag. That was it. That's when it came to us. The reason why we are doing this crazy trip by train across the world.

Greg. We simply have to find him. Whoever he is, whatever he looks like, whether he's a boulder with a crew cut or a skinny redhead with freckles. He is out there. Somewhere. And Clara and I take it upon ourselves, as our mission, to find him.

May the Sweet Lord be with us.