The fall air settled in nicely as tje hooded man made his way to his hideout. Just a place to calm his nerves. Today, he’d stolen more of Timothy’s pills. He knew he needed them but that was precisely why he took them. He didn’t want to have to shoot Tim to kill him. He wanted him to go naturally. Brian hopped through the empty ‘window’ and he paused midway when he saw a person sitting there. They were holding a sketchbook drawing away. Why did he always see them? How annoying.

“You again.?”