At the tips of the trees the moon bounded and slaughtered the night sky around it. No stars dotted where I could see. We stared at each other for about five hours. I couldn’t move; I was glued to his face. I recognised the features but it didn’t seem human from where I was standing. It portrayed hurt, surprise but overwhelming calmness as he glared at me. He sustained his hunch-back statue as he mirrored my nervous lip movements.
“You want the answers don’t you?” he said suddenly, with unsuited movements. “You want to know who that girl is?”.

I never asked questions in an unsuitable manner nor did I pick on any random victim. In school I had always been bullied and I wasn’t about to give in to impoliteness.
“Please” I hissed, uncertain of this figure. I wanted to throw myself at him, I didn’t know why I felt like this. He was the enemy as far as my feelings were concerned. The figure remained distant, keeping his arms at his side. I kept looking at the ever changing scenery, but I kept one eye alert to his rare flinches. I didn’t know what this person – thing? – wanted or what it had to do with the incidents that tied in my life. But if the answers were slithering in his mouth, and he had the decision to show me, I’d gladly listen. Time seems to fly by, like when you arrive late to a terminal on a Saturday morning and the aeroplane hovers outside the barrier. Orange and red leaves lay above their young, green selves and a tree stump closer to my right was conducting their spirit. At the moment it was poor. Hardly any movement from either the leaves or the conspiracy anchored ahead. It said: “Find Alan and you’ll find the answers”.

A sudden shock arose in my inactive circuit, letting me lose as if  I were hung up by a bear trap. I didn’t feel as paralyzed as I had done before, and then I remembered the word that he had repeated – ‘Answers’. I needed to find an answer but not any more. I seek the invisible just to find out who had affected that girl. Why was it he had said answers? Was their more to this incident that wasn’t revealed? The second that thought lingered away from my pockets it seemed a face appeared on this figure. The face of agony and torture. I knew what would happen next, or what would go next. Again, a repetition of my conclusion – it faded in agony but without a word to be mouthed.

I stood in the cold, blistering bewilderment of lost leisure in this nature’s friendliness. So I began to walk back home giving up on my early afternoon walk. It was still light outside the welcoming doom, however I could instantly spot the change of time – a light sky blue to an adapting tinge of red.