As soon as you approached, Isaac dropped the cigarette from his mouth to the ground and stamped it out as you stood next to him at the bus stop. He gave you a slight nod as he gazed toward the dark street. A wintry mix, swirled through the air, signaling the start of the holiday season. Although you had never had a full conversation with him, you had exchanged a few words with Isaac over the past few months as you both caught the 8:30 bus to head home for the night. He was a reserved man that answered in brief phrases, but he was nice enough.

The bus approached right at 8:30. As you stepped onto the street, you slipped on the ice. You awaited impact but it never came. A presence had caught you in a strong grip. It was Isaac.

"Careful. Watch out for the ice." He helped you stand before walking onto the bus without another word.