Prologue.
The streets, at this time of night, are fairly empty, their peace occasionally disrupted by a speeding car
rushing to get to an important place, a lumbering truck, or a person, yelling for their companion.
Through the dark silence, light illuminates pathways, leading to either welcoming or undesirable
locations. On one of these pathways, a man was making his way down to a big house by a body of water.
He made his way around to the back, wrestling with the doorknob for a moment before freezing;
kneeling down on the dusty wooden floor. He slid his arm under the rumpled welcome mat, searching
blindly for a moment, before successfully withdrawing his hand, which was now grasping a key. He
tentatively creaked open the door, softly shutting it behind him. He shuffled through the hallways, trying
not to wake the house's occupant. Reaching his destination, he made his way into a room where a man
was sleeping, his head resting on the back of his chair and one arm slung over the side. Creeping over to
the man, he placed a single yellow rose on his chest, smiling at the sight of his peaceful rest. He bent
down, placing a hand on the man's head and staring at his face. The man seemed to have felt the
affectionate gesture, as he startled awake and looked up at his guest.
'You saw', he croaked sleepily.
'Yeah'. He answered, grinning at the man. The man closed his eyes again, falling back into his slumber.
He joined him, placing his head on the man's shoulder and shutting his eyes, happy to be reunited.