Night Street

Walking along at night is a very dangerous game, no matter where you are. There could be strangers passing by, some animals lurking through the bushes, and cars ready to speed through the darkness. After long days, it is also comforting to walk with the silent night, which is why I do it so often. Until today. Today, I went for the walk, and I hear someone crying for help. I thought about all the possibilities that could be happening. What if there was a robbery? What if someone was hit? What if I was in danger? Nonetheless I walk straight toward the person with a hand filled with candy wrappers, and a big suitcase who is crying in pain. I ask the man, "Are you okay? Are you hurt?" He quickly replies, "No, I just fell down a hurt my leg, there was a person running by and we accidently hit. But the guy ran away." I took a moment to proccess when he started talking again. "I'm Adam, an art historian for the museum a few blocks away. I hope I didn't scare you too much." The way he says it sounds so cheery I almost question how  he could possibly change tones so quickly. I help him up in this extremely cold weather and walk a few steps with Adam just to make sure he can walk back home. As I get a clearer shot of Adam, I can see that he looks pretty old, and very proffessional. Maybe he was at a meeting, but I don't bother to ask because the historian still looks like hes in pain, but strives though it with confidence. After a few steps he asks, "So who are you exactly?" and I reply by explaining that i'm and acupuncturist who lives in a small apartment by myself. He