James Michael Vaughan was always known as a lucky man. If he went fishing, he caught the biggest fish. If he laid a bet, he'd win. People joked he was the luckiest man in the whole wide world.
When the American Civil war broke out in 1861, he signed up straight away. He was always a good old Southern boy. His mother said the entire Southern army could march behind him for not one Northern bullet would touch her son.
Douglas Johan Evans of the 7th infantry regiment of the United States Army tried to put that statement to the test on the morning of 21st June in a field just outside of Richmond.
James felt the bullet hit him in the chest and rip through the pages of his pocket bible. He landed on his back with the force. He then put a hand into his breast pocket and pulled out a hot bullet, the bible had held. He stood up and proclaimed loudly. I shall forge this bullet into a coin. The world's luckiest coin.
25 years later he gave the coin to his son on the day of his wedding. And from that day on he was always successful in business and life. On his death bed, he gave the coin to his oldest child. A daughter named Annabel Margaret Vaughan who in turn led a full and happy life. She gave it to her only son on the day he left America to fight Adolf Hitler in Europe in 1944.
The coin now arrived in England.
But here's where the luck changed. He lost the coin on the very day he arrived. But a small boy named Talbot Dale found it and went on to become a rich farmer.
His daughter Melinda many years later found it in a drawer when she was cleaning out her father's belongings after he had died. She liked how the coin had the words the world's luckiest coin on both sides of it; she thought that was cute, so she popped it in her purse.
7 hours ago, she was stood at this very bus stop rushing to get the change out of her purse to catch the last night bus home, she was a little drunk from the office party where she got promoted.
The old man reached down to the floor and picked up the coin and held it between his finger and thumb. "A man who has to fight the devil, should have all the luck in the world don't you think?
"I'll be straight with you Wraith. It's my job to go back and forth through time selling things for profit and as you can tell I am very, very good at finding things of worth."
"All I got is £1,000 in used £20 notes," said Wraith. "Business has been slow."
With a flick of his fingers Del tossed the coin to Wraith. Wraith caught it in a flash.
The first of the orange dawn was now running across the horizon. Wraith always thought of it as a sign of hope, a fresh start at a new day. "I'm sorry for shouting at you Del."
"Think nothing of it." Del said. "Now it's best you be off, you look tired. But just do me one favour my boy, the kind you promise to stick with no matter what."
Wraith nodded.
"When all seems hopeless and you think you've lost and even that damn coin wasn't as lucky as both of us thought. It is worth the suffering and pain. It's worth all the tears.
"Don't stop fighting."
Wraith promised and the old man smiled.
Then as the first of the sun light broke free from the horizon Abdel Fattah Al Gosaibi pixelated and faded away like a ghost.