your walking in the streets late at night. it’s dark and the street is lit with the lights of the streep lamps. every so often a car drives by you. your all wrapped up as it’s winter and the chilly breeze brushes pass your face. as you walk you feel like your being watched. you look around and can see a tall, white haired dude, who looks like a teenager, looking at you from across the road. he’s walking on the other side. he gives you a little wave and a small smile