The evening air rifled through my ample hair as I sat struming my guitar. The notes seemed to reflect the tone of the location sitting at a park bench facing the garden. A stranger approached from behind and requested to join me. I obliged and asked him how he was as I carefully studied his features and watched him take a seat opposite me. His posture was reserved and when he spoke he directed his speech into himself, slouching and looking at the wooden table the whole time. He spoke of conspiracy, boasting flames of grandure and prophecies of destruction. He proclaimed to be the son of the master of the universe, dryly with not a hint of glimmer in his eyes. I absorbed his words and saught refuge from these meanderings of insanity. I felt a cold wind blow as I shook his hand and waved goodbye. I met his gaze for the first time and saw a fierce passion in his mind. I walked away afraid.

Leaving the pub I felt familiar hands touch my shoulder, and felt his unsettling breath on my cheek. “be careful lad”