It was dark, darker than usual it seemed, huh, funny, he’s usually never out this late unless needed. It was a chilly January night, the wind blowing in all sorts of directions like it wasn’t sure where to go. But he was sure where he was going, “home” as he called it. But it wasn’t really his to claim, for he is but an intruder and a visiter all in one. Dale stood at the bus stop, simply seeming to be stuck in his own mind, before something caught his attention.

A shadowy figure seemed to be coming towards the bus stop, Dale assuming it was another person. And, he was right in his assumption, The person stood next to him but not too close, like they were trying to not to bring attention to themselves. He looked at the person subtly from the corner of his eye, a few thoughts going through his head before his breathy voice breaks through the silence.

”Hello..”