Rorschach turned away from the teacher and his wife. He started to walk out of the school building. trick, or a paradox. Walter ran after him.

"Hey, thank you for saving my wife"

"Hurm" Rorschach walked away more brusquely, the less this other man knew, the better.

"Who are you?" Rorschach never recalled himself being so inquisitive, it was a strange feeling.

"Rorschach" he told him

"Rorschach? Like that test thingy?" Walter turned when Rorschach did, keeping with him although Rorschach didn't want to keep talking. it was to dangerous. the more time they spent together, the more of a paradox they would become. and paradoxs have a way of tryig to fix themselves.

"Should be with wife?" Rorschach finally asked trying to shake the man away from him.

"Blaire is a strong woman, she knows how to take care of herself, she will be fine" Walter dismissed Rorschach's statement with a slight shrug of the shoulders, that was a mistake because he found himself up against the wall of the nearest alley in a choke hold.

"cant, may be a strong but the filth is stronger and more toxic. take care of her; keep her safe" Rorschach was furious; he didn't think that he should care and he never spoke more in his entire life. His voice came out in ragged breaths. anger ran rampant through his body. it was hars ah and irrational, What was he thinking? Those thoughts, he never thought about things like this, why did he care about a woman who an hour ago at best was nameless and faceless. He threw Walter to the ground and walked away

Rorschach never looked back to see Walter not there, he heard a gruff voice from beside him.


"I do love her; I love her with all my heart. That is why I married her. That is why I plan to grow old with her, and that is why when we have our children, I won't let them go either" Walter stood with his back to the wall. Even then he still held a defensive position.

"I don't expect you to believe that though, you aren't me, you don't know me and you never will." His voice was still ragged and gruff from the death grip by Rorschach.

Walter, he thought to himself, what you are doing man? He may not be you and he still could be the man from your dreams but it isn't smart to aggravate him none the less

The voice in his head that dictates common sense (his brain) didn't want to continue further but the need to know (his heart) had to prove once and for all that this man in front of Walter was indeed the man from his dreams.

"I need to know" he continued further, knowing that this road was dangerous. "Who are you?"


rorschach looked away. he could not face the niave and slightly childish version of himself. this self was naive, the world hadnt shown its true face to him, or he hadnt had the courage to see it.

"dont know anymore"

he ran towards the back of the alley. before walter had a chance to register the fact that he was leaving, he was gone.