The train came to a screeching halt.

The city was huge.

People on the sidewalk, cars on the road. Then the giant skyscrapers that towered above everything. What was Minty getting himself into? He stepped off the grass and to the concrete. First stop, a shelter.

But, he was hungry. So he quickly stopped to fetch a bottle of water and a quick snack, which he had on the way to the shelter. It wasn't a long walk. It was a smaller building. No crowds inside.

The receptionist obviously didn't know what happened. The city hadn't done anything but supply him with food and water and now a home. But they said they would patch him up- the reminder of the scar over his eye.

He honestly was not ready to work. They would set him up with jobs... But it didn't feel right. It was complicated. He'd have panic attacks in supply closets and no-show- ditch the plans that were made.

Finally, when he could afford a flip phone- he called you. You were Minty's best friend. You went to school and graduated together. He had your number on a slip of paper. He has his brothers and called him first- but he didn't want to talk to him.

He cried for hours over the phone. Then blamed him.

Minty dialed your number, sitting in an empty room with a bunk bed. He stare at the wall.

"Please pick up, please pick up..." He would murmur to himself. Maybe it was just too late? He looked at the time. 10:37PM.