78.

It is just another day. Just another day, getting ready in the ghostly silent room. I messily grab my bag and stream down the stairs, in a hurry to get rid of the monstrous silence that would never let me go.

The road is unusually empty. I walk for a full minute and then, surprise stops me midstride. There is someone who is sitting beside the streetlight, sleeping peacefully.

I walk forward. His clothes look dirty and worn out.

I tap on the person's shoulder. He wakes up abruptly, his face a mix of shock and confusion.