For reasons unknown to himself, he moved, and kept moving.

Where am I going?

And why am I going there?

He passed house after house and before he knew it he was standing at the entrance of the village.

Why am I here?

He stood there in a slight daze. "It's cold." He said a loud as a small gust of wind brushed his face. He looked up at the sky. The dark clouds signaled rain and a possible thunderstorm.

"It might rain." He said to himself.

"Yes, it might." Someone said from beside him.

He looked up, confused.

How, when did he get here?

As if reading the others thoughts the person beside him said, "I've been following you for a while." Slightly perturbed by this he backed away from the other.

"Why?"

The other shrugged. "I felt like it."

Huffing in aggravating he crossed his arms. "Teme."

"Dobe."

He sighed and looked at the clouds. Why did I come here? "Why indeed?" He said aloud. The other looked confused. He waved it off. "Just thinking out loud." He said nonchalantly.

"Don't do that often, do you?" The other said with a hint of a smirk.

"Think out loud?" He asked.

"Think in general." He growled and lightly punched the others arm. "Teme." He pouted.

"It doesn't suit you." The other stated.

"What, thinking?" He said slightly annoyed.

"That too." The other looked down at him.

"Unhappy." The other stated.

"What about it?" He asked exasperated.

"Being unhappy doesn't suit you." The other took his hand in his.

He looked slightly startled by the notion but none the less, said nothing. Why did I come here?

"Because you knew I'd follow."