You are tapped your walking stick nearby, feeling the presence of a traffic light pole. The crossing must be here, you thought. You prepared yourself to cross the road. Walking alone at midnight was not an easy task, especially when you're blind. But you had to do it because you couldn't find a cab and neither were any of your friends available for driving you home. You took a step towards the crossing, tapping your walking stick over and over, you just had to cross the road. No big deal. Nothing that bad could happen anyway..right?

Owen came out of the club, stumbling slightly. He looked at the empty road in front of him. Great. No way to get home except walking now. He started towards the street, steadying himself by the poles and hoped he won't pass out anytime soon. He drank a little too much today. He looked forward with his half-lidded eyes and they instantly widened at the sight.

He saw you, crossing the road slowly as a car was speeding towards your direction. His drunken mind couldn't understand why you didn't see the car but he felt panic coursing through his veins as it got closer and closer to you. He immediately ran towards you and took your arm tightly, pulling you towards himself. You bumped into his chest as he took you to the footpath in a sluggish, drunken manner. "You..okay..ma'am..?" He slurred.