Everything was quiet; which was not exactly a good thing. Eli wiped a layer of sweat off his face with the back of his hand. The greasy liquid stuck to the spot. Right now, he was Eli, a businessman from the Southern United States. Earlier this week, he had to be Modupe an archeologist from Nigeria. Who knew who he would be tomorrow? This was his life now and Eli grabbed the wheels of this unsteady vehicle that seemed ready to crash any minute with all he had in him.