Glancing at the clock one last time, Lauren sighed and began packing away her things. He'd forgotten. Again. She would have to take the bus. Again. Looking around her small record shop to ensure everything was in place, she couldn't help but wonder what it would be like to have a real man look after her. Instead of a lousy boyfriend who forgot the slightest things she would ask of him. Like, for example, picking up a bag of well deserved chips after a hard day of work at her shop? Or taking the car to the garage as it was ratteling again? Or maybe remembering to pick her up from work one of the very few times she needed him? How hard could it be? Grabbing her bunch of keys and phone and shoving them into her bag, she made her way out of the shop turning back only to lock the door behind her. Still fuming, she walked quietly down the street, her petite heels clicking on the New York City pavements, in the direction of the nearest bus stop. A twenty minute walk from where she was. Passing by a gaping ally way, Lauren heard a slight clanging noise. Then a bump. She was always a curious human. Always nosing in to any small dangers she found. This curiousity urged her to reveal what was there. Probably some poor drunk soul who had fallen over and needed help. Wandering into the space, she noticed a movement behind the black bins lined up against the decaying walls of the ally. Edging closer and closer and closer. Stop. A faint murmuring. A mans voice. Presuming it was a drunk who needed help or a lost animal she called out in a shaking voice "Hello..? Is anyone there?" She was frightened. No other way to put it. Just as she was preparing to turn around and flee from the scene, a head appeared from behind the bins. She jumped. The man was filthy! His drooping brunette hair slopped carelessly over his wrinkled forehead. A once blue- now dusty grey- bowtie hung around his neck and his once carefully looked after tweed jacket now was ripped and smudged with some kind of dust. Glancing towards his hands to ensure he wasnt armed, she noticed a golden watch on the wrong way round. "Who... who are you?" she asked cautiously, yet curiously.
"I... I... I'm not sure who I am."