â€œYouâ€™re awake it seems, are you hungry?â€ The old woman gestured at the food being cooked. If his eyes were right she was making egss, home fries, and some other concotion being whisked up in a pan. He stood there aware of the odd situation that was now being presented. Last night could not be passed as a nightmare, nor be dished out as un-important. Why did he feel like hansel from the fairy tale?<br/><br/>He was interupted from thought when the old lady turned around gesturing for him to sit down at the table. Apparently, She did not know the theory of going too far out of your way. His plate was adorned with food, and mixed his coffee with alcohal considering how things went last night he was positive it would be needed. â€œI want you to be as comfortable as possible. We do have a lot we must speak about before I allow you to go home.â€ Just as he was about to gobble down some food she had to speak. So he was now being talked to like a prisoner? Couldn't she have just said while you eat I want to talk. Before speaking he shoved more some home fries into his mouth.<br/><br/>" So I would pose a question , if I am here, why do I feel like I'm sitting inside a snow globe? " It was supposed to be some lame joke but it sounded more angry than jokable. " Seriously , I am curious why you took the liberity to save a bleeding man? " The food began to dissapear on his plate as a memory struck him from when he was a boy.<br/><br/>~~~~~~~~<br/><br/>A woman was walking across the street , long brown hair, and dark green eyes. She was dressed like a pretty/ dressed up whore. Though as a boy he just thought her as startilingly pretty. A truck drove down the left side of the street prepared to drive right into the lady.<br/><br/>There was an instant that the boy just stood there before laughing histerically. He couldn't move but felt a sort of cold sensation of enjoyment thrash through his being.<br/><br/>~~~~~~~~~~<br/><br/>Once his eyes reopened sounds of the clatter from his fork and spoon falling on the table hit his ears. He blinked awaiting what the old lady wanted to speak about.