The Traveler has stopped in a time where food is abundant and the people of this time seem to have no care in the world. The small people come into a large room at one point and sit down to a table that has been filled with fruit for them to eat. They ware clean white togas and chatter amongst themselves. The Traveler wonders why he sees no elderly people. I would wonder, who prepared and served the food? Who cleans their close so they always look so nice? The Traveler thinks that society has reached a point where people no longer have to work or toil; they sit back and enjoy easy lifestyles. I think this world has a strange ominous feeling.