As he walked along the sidewalk, leaves crunching beneath his feet, he tightened his grip on the paper in his fist. It was worn and thoroughly crumpled, so much so that the inked words on it had become smudged. He glanced down at the paper once more as he slowed his pace. After checking the number on the closest flat, he walked past a few more before coming to a halt.
The wind picked up and jostled his hat as he stood there staring blankly at the building before him. He took off his hat and clutched it in his right hand, the piece of paper still firmly held in his other. He looked down at the paper and up at the building once more and then stuffed the paper into his pocket.
Taking a timid step forward, he quickly ran his hand through his tousled hair before ascending the steps ahead of him.
He now found himself face to face with a door. He fixed his hair one more time and tried in vain to brush the dirt off of his pants. He wanted to look somewhat presentable despite the fact that he had been basically living in these clothes for many months now.
He'd been criss-crossing the globe nonstop for nearly four years now, and he'd finally found this place.
He'd finally found her.
With a deep breath he raised his left hand to knock on the door, his hat still clutched in his other hand.
His knock was quick but loud, and in seconds he heard footsteps. They sounded like those of something small that was moving quickly, which confused him slightly. He shuffled back from the door a bit and waited in anticipation.
A few moments later the door opened slowly, and then the little face of a young child peeked out from behind the door…
I've got the next chapter nearly finished and ready to go, so let me know what you think so far!