Late one snowy night, after every else has gone to bed, you're lying awake staring at your Zapper wallet. "Wen Lambo?" you softly whisper to nobody in particular as a single tear rolls down your cheek. Bitcoin's continual refusal to reach a new ATH makes you question the way you've been ranting at your close friends and family to buy in while it's still cheap, not that they listen to you anymore.

Suddenly the sound of breaking glass makes you break out in a cold sweat. Someone is in your unfurnished basement apartment. The footsteps pause as they reach your bedroom door. A shadowy shape emerges into the room as freezing wind and snow blows in. Stepping into the glow of your laptop's screen you see his misshapen visage come into view above your mattress on the floor, but there in his bulging eyes is a twinkle.

His beard a bird's nest of hair and filth. The expansive withered lips on his face part to reveal several jagged teeth in a gruesome smile. His red coat heaves with a heavy wheezing breath. The sack on his back moves suddenly making a muffled cry. With a swift motion the red dressed figure swings the sack violently against the wall and its contents becomes still.

Raising a finger to his lips and a wink, he reaches into the sack and pulls out a small object that glints in the light. Could it be? He drops it into your hand, a Casascius 2012 physical coin still loaded with a single pre-fork bitcoin. As he pulls back into the shadows he whispers into a Nokia cellphone "Oui. It is time. Pump eet". You look down to see your portfolio is up 1000%, bitcoin is going to the moon.