He caught himself on the wall as he lurched over, coughing up his lungs again as the snow continued to fall. He needed to get out of the light, he needed shelter from the cold, but most importantly he needed to not be seen. He didn't want to be seen; he couldn't afford to be. He desperately needed not to be seen. He had to get out; he had to get away. It would be only a matter of time before someone came upon him! He turned to leave the short, empty street he was on…