I see you walking around. You look lost, but at the same time look like you know exactly where you're going. You don't look very well off, with torn clothes and no shoes. You walk up to me.
"I'm a hero," you tell me. I look at you skeptically.
"A hero, huh?" I raise my eyebrows. You give me a sad grin.
"Yes. Well, I was one. Nobody remembers me anymore." I consider you. You have fair hair and darkened blue eyes. All in all, you're not bad to look at. Maybe at one time you were quite handsome, but now you're a bit scruffy looking with a haunted look about you. You must have seen a lot, and I appreciate your cheery tone, even if your smile doesn't quite reach your eyes.
"Oh? What's your name? Maybe I remember." I say kindly, humoring you.
"I'm not sure, actually." You smile, embarrassed. "Head injury. Can't remember a thing." I tip my head to the side.
"How do you know you're a hero, then?"
"I just know," you say, and you sound so sure that I don't question further.
"Too bad nobody knows your name," I tell you, in all seriousness. You nod.
"Yeah. Too bad." You smile wistfully and turn without saying goodbye. I watch as you disappear into the crowd, then I go on with my life, not thinking about you, the stranger, the hero with no name.