Up to his seventeenth year no one regarded Ronald as anything but a rather large, overfed youth, probably best ignored. Perhaps that was the trouble - no one really took a good look at Ronald. Not the real Ronald. Except for his devoted mother, who saw only the son she wanted to see. Certainly not the real Ronald. Who, then, is Ronald? Ronald is that faceless unknown who waits - to take, to grab what he needs, to become the ultimate invader.