• When it became clear that Alec Webb was far more ill than anyone had cared to tell him, he tore up his English life and came to die on the Riviera.

    The journey was long and arduous, his disease-ridden body gradually worsening as he proceeded, and thus, making the task set before him all the more difficult. Being in his weakened state, he became a perfect target to be ambushed by any and all ravenous bandits. Losing everything but the tattered clothes upon his back, it seemed as though Alec would die before even reaching his destination. But as if he were an animated corpse, his body continued to push onward, refusing to heed to the hallowed cries of his inner self.

    "I will not stop until I reach Riviera," Alec thought to himself. It was the only thing that kept him going. The spoken words of his desire fueled his determination, and kept back Death's own scythe.

    However, his time had come. Illness had consumed his body, producing a pain too great to bear. With one final step, Alec collapsed.

    "No..." he cried weakly, "Is this truly my fate? Am I to die without accomplishing this one final task?"

    Too weak to even shed a tear, he lay there, tormented by his pain, until he finally passed out.

    After what felt like an eternity, Alec slowly opened his eyes.

    "Am I dead?" he questioned. His vision was blurry, but he refused to stay down. Knowing where he was was of great importance. Although still feeling very weak, he rose from the ground and slowly started walking.

    "Looks like I'm still alive," Alec admitted, with great relief. His vision was still a little hazy from his crash, but it was starting to return as he continued on.

    "Still, I shouldn't try to sit around and hope my strength will return. I need to keep going. Otherwise, I won't be able to reach..."

    He stopped.

    Right before him lay a sight that was to beheld in mere awe. A road that appears as it was made with gold, and trees seeming to brim with life lined up along the sides. Straight ahead was a city both spectacular in size and majestic in beauty. No words could describe how Alec felt inside. He continued to walk towards this utopia, joy creeping into his heart as he drew near. Finally, his body came to a halt, staying put before a fountain that was comparable to the days of old.

    Alec could not go any further, as his legs finally gave up on him. But in his mind, he knew it wasn't necessary. For once, he listened to the cries of the chassis caging his soul and fell to his knees. He then proceeded to reach out his hands, so that he might receive the bountiful water that poured from the top. In one swift motion, he brought his hands close and drank.

    Alec turned away from the fountain and sat down. He was pleased, for he had finally reached the place he so desired.

    "Riviera," was all he said. He smiled with great ease as his eyes began to close once more.