The heavy souls of his boot and long, slow strides provided a gentle percussion to the sudden flood of words that came from her. It certainly didn't take much to get her talking. As he walked, he listened with growing confusion. Her words made absolutely no sense. It sounded straight out of a rediculous movie. His best guess was that she was disturbed in some way, and had escaped from a mental hospital.<br/><br/>She finally paused in her words just as they reached a gravel path that led off into a wooded park. He took the path, then answered as neutrally as possible, "Do you think its wrong?"<br/><br/>He left his name out of it, hoping his question would distract her.