He grew tired, too much running, not enough exercise.
Stopped. Put his hands on his knees, desperately tried to catch his breath. Closed his eyes from the pain. Opened them again, to the left, a brand new baseball.Picked it up. Crowbar still in hand, he was startled by a coming stranger. His grip on the crowbar tightened. Watched him.

“Excuse me, sir, do you have a phone I can borrow?”
Marks’ stare lingered.

“My phone died. My car died. It’s not a good day, right?” he said, smiling.
Marks nodded. Took out his phone and handed it to him. The strange man dressed in a blue suit, red tie, white shirt, made his call.
Marks listened.

“Thank you, stranger, what’s with the baseball?”

“It was on the ground” replied Marks. “Odd, huh?”

“Nah, there’s nothing too weird in this city”
They both smiled. The man walked away.
Suddenly, Marks heard a noise. The unmistakable sound of a pistol.

“All I want to know is why…”
“Nothing personal, you simply have to fail”

Steal your mind, that’s what Travelers do…