It was a dark and gloomy night, only lit up by the occasional flares of blue lightning. The old manor house lying on top of the hill seemed perfect for housing an evil and sinister mind, and indeed it did; it was the home of the man known to the world as Robert Jordan.

In the main hall of the manor, Robert Jordan was pacing anxiously back and forth. The time was right, he thought to himself. It had to happen now! He couldn't keep Thor waiting much longer. It had to happen now!

Robert Jordan stopped pacing back and forth and went over to the large book shelf. He took out a copy of the BWB and a secert door opened in the panel. He had waited so long. So long. It had to happen tonight.

Slowly Robert Jordan walked down the granite stairs leading to the dungeons. As he heard the frantic clicking of a thousand typewriters, he unconsciously clutched his whip. It had to happen tonight.

Robert Jordan took a deep breath, opened the iron door and entered the dungeons. Several of the monkeys gave him anxious looks, but they continued their frantic typing nonethelss. Tonight. He needed it tonight.

Robert Jordan impatiently examined what the monkeys had written. "Hamlet"? "Romeo and Juliet?" What was this? With a thousand monkeys, surely he was entitled to a masterpiece!

"Work, you miserable wrecthes!" Robert Jordan cried out. "Work!" The monkeys shrieked in terror as he cracked his whip over their heads. Tonight! It had to happen tonight!

There was only one hope left: the top secret project. Robert Jordan walked towards the inner vault. Tonight.

I had been a long shot, he knew, but the monkeys hadn't given him anything useful since "New Spring". Having hamsters running across keyboards might be the act of a desperate man, but, well, that was what he was. He needed it tonight.

His heart hammering, Robert Jordan examined what the hamsters had produced. All he could see were useless bundles of words, until he eyes suddenly caught a title. "Winter's Heart"? This could be exactly what he was looking for.

Hours later, Robert Jordan's laughter echoed through the manor house as he put down the manuscript the hamsters had produced. He had gotten it tonight after all.