Moments after the small girl left, Matthew, being the clean person he was, decided to pick up the best he could from the girl's food rampage. As he put the trash can's top back on to finish the job, he sat down on the can to watch the rest of the fading sun disappear behind the picturesque mountain setting. He mused over what the girl had said, slightly fascinated and horrified that he may never see his brother again. Matthew's eyes started to water when he began to think about his last moments with Alfred. Although they hadn't been the most happiest moments in his life, in fact they were probably the worst moments he had had in that day alone; he would never forget what his brother had said.
"Get the fuck away from me!" His brother had screamed at him after a big fight about the way their economies were starting to look. Alfred said that he was better off fixing it himself but Matthew had warned that nothing could possibly be done about it if Alfred worked alone. After the fight Matthew had gone to Arthur's house to confirm that his idea was the better of the two but instead of allowing him in, Arthur had turned him away for his identical looks with his brother.
Matthew sighed, remembering the crushed feeling he had when the mix up had been made. He ought to have been used to it by now, but every time it came as a surprise to him that absolutely no one knew his name. He sat on the edge of the trash can until the sun was completely gone from sight. Then, he decided to get up and look for a place to stay for the night.
Yet again he walked the streets of D.C. but this time dark clouds were starting to role in from either sides of the night sky, making the wind whip rather hard on Matthew's face. He readjusted his glasses and set off along the roads lined with crumbling buildings.
The moon was blocked off from view when Matthew found a perfect place to sleep. He crept in through the gaping doorway, climbing drowsily up the paint chipped stairs. Dark hallways obscured his fetal vision when he got up the stairs. He groped the walls for any sort of light switch that would allow him to see but found nothing. Instead he fell on his knees and started to skim the ground for a candle or flashlight.
As his hand floated over the dusty ground his ears twitched searching for signs of life, his hands hit something smooth and round; he wrapped his clammy hands around it, half curious and half scared out of his wits. Placing it close to the brim of his nose he could see it faintly and noticed a very important aspect of it.
The thing he held in his hand was a flashlight, and he quickly switched it on.
Letting his eyes adjust to the sudden brightness, they widened with horror as he saw who was standing, cross-armed in front of him.