The Park I always loved to walk at the park. The fresh air, the water flowing by the track. I would almost never leave the park. One day I was walking at the park when I felt tired. I finally decided to go home. Hardly know one was there. As I turned towards the parking lot my body started to shift back to the park. I tried to fight back but it kept me going. Then my feet were moving very fast so that I could not stop. Then I saw a man in white. He told me he was dong this to protect me. He vanished before I said anything. I was walking for hours until I finally GOT OUT. I SAW THE WORST THING IN MY LIFE. A bomb had gone off killing millions. Then I saw a statue of the man in white. This man died in a bomb attack saving millions of lives. Narrator: a dead person had saved the man. Fact or fiction?