It's OURS now. - Look around, think hard.

Jomarro looked at me thinking that I would say what I said with a funny face or I was just cooking up the time to give a proper punchline. However, I was not and what I said earlier was genuine. Like my friends and other colleagues, I've sent numerous emails to tell them about what was about to happen. Jomarro was not one of the people that believed me and now I could safely say that his days were literally numbered by the number of supplies he had left for him and his people.

"Did you turn deaf and mute now?" I said when he was just staring at me.

"Hmm." Jomarro's face turned solemn.

"What do you mean by 'Hmm.', huh? Just give me an answer already so I could decide what to do with the supplies I came in with to trade!" I widened my eyes from his lack of energy.

"Cheh, how about my rice?!" Jomarro glanced at the few thousand sacks on his shop.

"No." I replied.

"What do you mean by that? No? What does that mean?" he started scratching his shoulder.