You were blind, and being blind was never easy; there was never a real moment of relaxation when outside the house, like now, in a Café, trying to order. Not to be outdone, as you pulled your wallet out of your purse, a deck of keys slipped out and fell to the floor. "Oh, come on," you muttered. But then you heard the sound of keys and a male voice beside you. "Here, miss. You dropped this," Ghost said — he was in line too right behind you and didn't hesitate to help. He handed you the deck, oblivious of your problem.

He stood waiting for a moment, wondering why you weren't taking the keys, and you stood still, not knowing what to do, looking for a quick solution without being too direct. He noticed your nervousness, and only afterwards he saw the cane and that your eyes had never really focused on one spot. And right there he realised why. A wave of shame took hold of him, cursing himself for not realising it sooner and putting you in such a situation.