Many have seen him before the accident. He looks nothing like he did then. Then he was kind, helpful and was always doing charity work. But there was something about him that few people knew about. When he would get home from working at the soup kitchen, he would read about the mythical Yeti. The few people who knew this about him would tell him that it isn't real and it's a myth. But he would ignore them all and pick up another book about it. Every day of reading those books would make him more and more excited about it. Every couple of nights or so, he would have dreams about hunting the Yeti and bringing it home with him to show that he wasn't crazy. If you ask them, the people who were close to him, (Mom, Dad, Etc.) would tell you that he became more distant as December approached. He would stay inside more and only come out to receive packages. One evening, a neighbor received one of these mysterious packages and opened it out of curiosity. What was inside was amazing. There was a harpoon and snow gear. The neighbor returned the things quickly and did not talk to his neighbor. Day after day went by and he was seen by the town less and less. Until one day when flight 49 came into the airport. He was seen boarding the plane to go to Nepal. To the Himalayan mountains. As he was in his old town, he was in Nepal very interested by the Yeti. Some say he went to find the Yeti one day with only a bottle of water, a gun, and the clothes on his back. He was never seen again. No one knows how or where he died. All they know is that late at night up in the mountains, you can still hear the screams, roars, and ripping of the Yeti tearing the Yeti hunter into shreds.