* an old man stood outside on a balcony overlooking a clock tower.A crowd had gathered to celebrate the New Years arrival, and he was both excited, and uneasy about the upcoming change*
"Oh, it's always nerve-wracking, isn't it old boy?" *he said, leaning to see the glowing face of Big Ben, ever nearing midnight*
"But, you mustn't worry, whomever he is, he will be wonderful...I'm sure of it. You just keep on keeping pace, and he'll do the rest."
*the crowd was beginning the minute countdown as a brilliant golden glow escaped from the old man's lips, then the light began creeping up his hands.*
" Well, I must say..it's about time, whoever