John picked up the cup and poured more coffee into it. He held out the pot for Toby, who nodded his thanks. When the coffee was poured, both men settled back. Toby was silent for a moment. He watched Toby warily, the rock never far from his grasp. After a few moments, he finally broke the silence.
“So? Spill it. Tell me this story.”
Toby took a sip of his coffee and began, “Well, it’s all about a man who finally found himself. He was an empty man, although he didn’t know it yet. It all began in 1991, when he was sent to Saudi for what became Desert Storm....”