Running away or about to walk into something. The way Tyler understood it, that's what brought him here. As he sat there sipping at his coffee he did his best to replay the last few years of his life over in his head. From when his parents disowned him and he left up till last night. Memories long forgotten began to rush to the front of his mind as he tried to find the reason he was here. "I'm not running from anything. What could I possibly be walking into? All I was doing was trying to get home?" Tyler said to himself. None of it made any sense to him. He had trouble believing in the so called higher power as religion was a waste of time and a lie to him. The more he thought about it, the less he understood the whole thing. He quickly shook his head and looked down at his hand to see it gripped tightly around the coffee cup about to shatter it. He quickly released his almost death grip on the cup and breathed slowly. Now was not the time nor the place to unleash his rage.<br/><br/>He pushed the cup away from him and got up from his seat and stretched some. He turned and looked back at the newest arrival who looked to be out of place just like everyone else. He walked pass the two and over to a window and looked outside into the fog. Apparently he had the chance to get what he always wanted by staying. But what if he didn't know what he wanted, could he then simply up and leave? It was all a mystery to him, a mystery that made him on edge.