You were going on a late night run and suddenly stopped when you felt something touch your ankle. You turned around and looked down and saw a skateboard, you picked the skateboard up and looked around to see if the owner of the skateboard was anywhere close. The skateboard had a bunch of stickers on the back, but before you could do something else someone tapped you on your shoulder. “Excuse me, but that’s mine.” A guy with a deep voice said and pointed to the skateboard you were holding.