It was cold. Rain battered at his jacket as he walked the streets, arms folded tight across his chest. He had no idea where he was, what he was doing there or why he was going in this direction. Rich silver eyes looked everywhere taking in everything. A few people gave him a strange look but he ignored them.<br/><br/>Shivering he leaned against a pole to rest. He was tired and his eyes felt heavy. Sliding against the poll he took a seat resting against it eyes closed. Just a little rest is all he needed then he’ll be able to tell what was going on. He was just tired that was all. He didn’t remember because it wasn’t important. He was trying to reason with himself but it wasn’t working.