Don Quixote

The boy looked at the old man. Their shadows were stretched thin by the setting sun. "But sir," he said, "Your horse is dying. You have no provisions. There's nothing out there. Nobody goes that way anymore."

The old man looked down, pity in his eyes. "My dear boy," he said. "I am no Nobody."

And with that, he put his heels to his stumbling mount. The boy watched until his grandfather was lost to him in the gathering night.