Some have claimed that the "visitor" was Adam, the first man to roam the earth. Lara flipped through some more pages, till she found what she was look...ng for. If she understood the cryptic writing correctly, she assumed that the "chosen one" would understand the task of gathering up the pieces and reassembling them, facilitating the return of Adam. If she, Lara Croft, artifact connoisseur and adventurer extraordinaire, was the chosen one to do so, she would gain immortality.Lara read further,. And she has just opened it.Mona: Oh…Ayan: What happened, Mom?Mona: No… No… It’s just that…Ayan: What is it, Mom?Mona: Your boxers are a bit too small for you, I guess, Ayan.Ayan: Not really, Mom. This is the biggest size they make. And, I don’t think any company sells bigger ones in the market.Mona: But…Ayan: What is the problem, Mom?Mona: It is not a problem, Ayan. It is just that your boxers look so tight.Ayan: See, Mom. That’s why I told you, you won’t be comfortable sleeping with me if I. But I wonder if you do.” “Why not? Hasn’t it ever occurred to you before? Or at least something similar? Like getting ice in only a towel or something. Or nothing.” “Well, now that you mention it…” I walked back inside and sat in the chair nearest the door and propped my feet up on the bed. “Oh, this sounds good,” she said. “Tell me.” “In Canon City, the drink machines were right across the hall from my room. And I was thirsty, you. The bastard who shot me must've been close. K placed some pillows behindmy back to prop me up. My vision swam momentarily and my head throbbedwith the effort. I reached up and found a sticky spot near my temple."These will help with the pain," she said and for a moment, as she handedme the glass of water and two white tablets, she actually looked worried.Who knew the frosty secret agent could actually show concern for my well-being? I popped back the pills and the glass of water."You're tougher.