[ WP ] A Scientific expedition stumbles upon a starving man huddled in the snow of the Canadian Tundra holding a stack of mysterious documents .

There were four of us on a trip to collect soil samples. We had our collection positions all plotted out on a map, five kilometers apart, each. By the time we made our trek toward the last spot, we were on the brink of collapse, by thirst and by exhaustion. I turned on my GPS and we moved to the final point. We walked in silence. 
 
 About 30 meters away, I saw a rock. The rock sat at the exact coordinates of our final sampling location. We could move the rock, but we were tired. My assistant suggested turning around, but we had come too far. We approached the rock. It turned. 
 
 The rock was wearing a grey suit with a black tie. It had matted hair and dark skin. Its face was half-flesh and half-dirt. The rock had a manila folder under its arm, also half-dirt. We stood and stared as the rock approached us. 
 
 It was not well. Its jawbone was visible through the paper-thin skin tightly bound around its skull. Its arms were broken pencils taped together by an elbow. It walked like one foot was two pounds heavier than the other. Nonetheless, it grinned like it had reunited with an old friend. Out it stretched both pencils and bestowed upon us the weathered folder. I took it. 
 
 The rock nodded and turned away. It sat down in front of us and watched the sun dip behind the mountains. 
 
 The cover of the folder was painted in meticulous fashion. `` FOR YOU,'' it spelled out in bold, white lettering. We opened the folder to find old, dirty papers with what at first appeared to be the drawings and rants of a schizophrenic. What was actually written was the exact opposite. 
 
 The cover did not lie. The papers were for us. Each page was a piece of a map of the surrounding area, with the pH level of the soil of 30 spots around a 20-kilometer radius. The pages included local vegetation reports, sketches of wildlife with proper Latin names, *everything*. We were astonished, to say the least. 
 
 I crouched down next to the rock. `` This is incredible. How did you get this?'' 
 
 `` I'm just the messenger.'' 
 
 `` For who?'' 
 
 `` A friend.'' 
 
 I stopped and stood up. The land was flat all around us, with only my team and the rock in sight. 
 
 `` Would you mind clarifying exactly who that might be?'' 
 
 `` Do n't think too hard.'' 
 
 I examined the rock. I had seen it before. It was tall, nearly 2 meters in height. It had aged from the cold arctic weather, but something told me that it had n't always been this weak. 
 
 I looked into its brown eyes and it looked back at me. At that moment I came to a realization I have never experienced before or since. This man was not just the rock we had assumed he was; he was The Rock. 
 
 We checked the bottom of every paper. They all said the same thing in the lefthand corner. `` D. Johnson 2014.'' Only one thing was left to find out. 
 
 `` Hey Dwayne Johnson, also known as The Rock, why are you wearing a suit and starving in the middle of a tundra?'' 
 
 `` Well, to answer your first question, I was returning from an awards show. To answer your second question, I decided to take a hike and got lost without a cell phone. I would appreciate your help in getting me back to my home in the United States of America.'' 
 
 `` No problem, Dwayne Johnson.'' 
 
 We brought him back to America in our van and he thanked us profusely. I thanked him back for his help in getting us this extremely useful information. And that's how I met The Rock. 
 
 ^^I ^^really ^^need ^^to ^^learn ^^how ^^to ^^end ^^a ^^story.
