The Wanderer

I sat at that place on the mound, contemplating the subnormal events of the day and staring at the thick single C that lay outside. It was a long stack pilgrimage back to my fellowship and I had a long time to spend with the non particularly talkative device driver. I think the driver had be conform to accustomed to my presence as I travelled on the bus every Friday dark. He would always permit me on the bus without charging me and wait for an new(prenominal) ten minutes and regard if anyone else got on, which they never did. I had not, for as long as I entertain had a conversation with him, and had for a long time now bury the sound of his role. The exclusively sound I would hear on a typical journey was the quiet grumbling of the bus driver and the yelled roaring of the buses engine. Nobody got on the bus this late at night.I was as I was showing, contemplating the events of the day, when I was interrupted mid thought by a more pressing realization. The bus was no w stopping. This may count a very normal thing for a bus to do, this bus however never stopped except for myself. The bus had stopped to let on an otherwise passenger. I looked forward to this, as my usual journey would include no human interaction. The passenger was a man, that I guessed to be in his mid thirties. I took a quick look up and obliterate him. I looked up and down him again with a flake more detail.No snow, he must have been rest at the bus stop for a little while, as buses never come on time, further he had avoided expressting any snow on him. My own boots were cased in a think slushy mess, still his fine black shoes were hardly even wet. My jeans and thick jacket, which I was quite fond of, were no longer covered in snow but were wet from the snow that had melted in the comfortable fanaticism of the bus. His trousers that had been ironed to perfection and the suit that he wore were both black as midnight and looked of incredible quality. The man himself was b ald and was cleanly shaven he was yet to face me as he was public lecture to the bus driver. He carried cryptograph in his occurs but kept his body still with his ordnance store by his sides while talk.I started to hear their conversation after I was done s after partning his person.Shame that it had to happen isnt it? The bus driver give tongue to in a burst of conversation. This in itself came as a appal to my system it was such a long time since the bus driver had spoken in my presence. What was a real shock is what came next.Yes, the poor of age(p) lady must have been quite shaken by the ordeal. replied the foreigner. His voice was eerie. He talked normally of course, but that was the problem, it was too normal. He voice stayed at the equivalent volume and pitch all the time, he didnt change the aim of excitement in his voice. He had no accent, he spoke dead and I was moved to find that the bus driver, who had a strong accent, could figure him.It was and so I real ised that they were in point talking roughly what they had interrupted me thinking about. Earlier in my day I had witnessed an assault on an elderly lady. A young teenager had an interest in her handbag and its contents. My good nature combined with my belief that todays youth should not be able to do as they please, caused me to leap into action. I had started yelling at the young boy and manner of qualifyinginging towards him, I expected him to cannonball along past and that to be the end of it. I pushed the boy back from the senior lady and t out of date her that she would be okay and should hurry home. It was after this as I was swinging round to give the boy a stern talking to, that I felt a sharp blow to my neck and thence it was black. I woke up about two minutes later with a bit of a sore neck but otherwise unharmed.The stranger walked down the bus and sat at a seat respectable in front of mine. I had gathern his face as he walked down but there was nothing intere sting about it, apart from the circumstance there was nothing interesting about it. He sat with the equal amazingly straight posture as when he was standing.Where you gettin get through then? the driver cried down the bus.Crescent Road the stranger replied.Oh, surprise surprise the bus driver chuckled to himself.The stranger didnt understand what the bus driver was talking about but I did. The bus driver still barely had to make the one stop because mine and the strangers stops were in fact the same. I thought this to be a remarkable coincidence. I returned to watching the snow falling gently outside. The night sky seemed to give me the conceit that tonight was different in some way to every other night. I was snapped out of this small trance by the stranger standing and making his way to the front of the bus.Fortunately he was on the bus to remind me that at some point I would have to get off, and up I leapt. The bus pulled in to the stop as I staggered to keep my balance. The stranger moved to the side to let me past and to say thank you to the driver. I got off the bus and stepped onto the crisp snow that had respectable fallen. The stranger followed and we started on our way home.The stranger barged past me and started to walk briskly. I thought this to be quite rude and so I started to walk sound as briskly to catch up with him. Even when in a hurry the man walked with impeccable posture.I frequently favour the summer to this. I said jokingly in an attempt to firing a conversation. The man simply took a deep breath and proceeded to walk more easily. I walked beside him, he looked quite troubled. I felt compelled to seek and comfort him. I reached to put my hand on his shoulder as my brain prepared my next sentence. He stopped. His head darted in the complaint of my face.It was not that he was flavour at me, more that he was spirit exactly in my direction. His look was empty and cold. He continued on his way and I kept my distance, I hoped h e would enter one of the houses that we were passing but he didnt. He continued to wander the same way as I was. He wandered across the small passage we came to and up onto the footpath that lead up to my cul-de-sac.The highroad was known for existence dangerously icy. The path was also terribly dark and had trees along all side. This was all well and good during the daylight hours, but at night however the trees took on a more sinister presence and seemed to impersonate themselves to block out the view of the moon or any other source of light. In front of me was the man, no more than five metres away. I could only just make out his suit and trousers. I could only just make out his shape. He was getting further away from me. I was trying to navigate the slippier parts of the path.Are you having as much trouble as I am? I exclaimed trying again to get the attention of the wanderer.Dont be silly the wanderer turned and said. I could only just make out his face and was unsure whet her he was talking to me or himself. Before I could come to this decision he turned and started the brisk walking again. I followed to catch up with him and was looking for him through the black screen that was in front of my eyes. I bear on the ground. It hurt and I was catching up on what had just happened. I had tripped up on the shape of the wandering man. He had fallen in on the ice and from what I could see had hit his head off the ground. I leant over to help him up but was knocked away as he lifted himself off the hard frozen ground.He held his hand to his head, and I was now quite worried about him, he looked corresponding he had hit the ground with some force. He looked very scared and was almost running along the road. We exited the small wooded path and to a fork in the road. I could see my house from here it was the graduation exercise in the cul-de-sac on the right. The wandering stranger made his way along the road to the left and I felt it was my duty to follow h im and to see if he was okay.Luckily for him his house was not far along the road and he entered the front gate of an impressive looking building, the wanderer had run aground his home. He left the gate open for me and I entered the garden. He entered the house and I followed. I stood in his porch as he rushed upstairs. I heard the sound of running water and I assumed that he was cleaning himself up. He returned a short while after and came slowly down the stairs. He was talking to a woman which I can only presume was his married woman.I am fine really, I just got a bit shook up along the path there the man said.I do worry about you, you know Replied his wife Look what happened to that kind gentleman in town today. He helps an old lady get her handbag back and gets beaten to death I stood there baffled, and felt a shiver down my spine. I started to tint myself slipping away as I struggled with the events of the day. I had stopped wandering, I had found my home and I knew where I h ad to go