Ralph reached to the point of quitting time in his job as Felix spoke to Regina about the payment and how she'd like the project to work. His daughter would be waiting for him at home, merely another job but one he loved. Being the provider of his family and only parent was hard work especially for one with a bad temper. Before Ralph arrived home he stopped by his friend's home. Well not exactly his home. It was a shelter.
After minutes of walking the wrecker found himself in front of a humble little building next to Granny's Inn. He made his way into the shelter and towards the front counter. Everyone stared at the hulk like man's hands, it never did bother him. "Who are you here to see, sir?" a women asked behind the counter in a fake accent, Ralph signed in "I'm here to check on Bert Queens". She chuckled "he ain't going to speak with ya, honey" her accent turned off. She was right in a matter of speaking. He wasn't going to speak to Ralph because Queens was a mute.
Ralph knocked no answer. Once again, no answer. He leaned to the door hearing sounds of explosions from a turned on TV. A radio played to its highest volume and water rapidly hit the sink. He noticed the door was open and Ralph slowly walked in. Queens was nowhere to be seen. The curtains were piled on the floor as was bed sheets and blankets left on couch from previous visits. Numerous objects were scattered on the floor, either broken or banged up. A cough came from a corner where a painting of a island in the middle of the ocean hung. Ralph ran to the spot expecting the worst.
A small old man sat in the corner clutching his rib, bruises filled his arm. "Bert what happened to you?" Ralph whispered not remembering his friend couldn't speak. Who once had life filled in their eyes was now filled with fear and hurt. The helpless man began breathing heavy; Ralph picked him up and bolted to the door, ignoring the woman's protest of taking him.
Something had to be done…