“Uhm, sir… Have you been sitting here all this time?” The voice asked, as he walked past the silent man. A lot of time had passed, and the voice had returned from the place he went.

The man didn’t move an inch. He almost seemed like he didn’t breathe. He just stared blindly into a world that wasn’t there.

“Sir, should I call the police?” The voice asked, filled with worry. Dripping from each word with a sense of despair. But the man just sat down. Paying a lot of attention to not paying attention at all.

The voice let out a desperate sigh. Was calling the police the right thing to do? Was it something he was allowed to do? The man had been in the middle of traffic before and been a danger to himself and others, but was it really okay to mix himself into a stranger’s life?

In the middle of the headache the voice had made for himself, the man slowly turned his head towards the voice in a mechanical sense. Slowly. The man didn’t blink. The man didn’t talk. The man’s head just turned, as if it was programmed to do so.

“Sir?” The voice tried again, feeling smaller and smaller, not knowing what to do about any of it. He wasn’t obligated to stay, but he felt like he had done something wrong with getting involved in the first place.

“I’ll call the police…” The voice finally decided, sounding unsure, staring into the unblinking eyes of the man in front of him.

Oh. He blinked. The voice chuckled a bit at his own mind having played a little game with him. Yes. The person in front of him was an ordinary, most likely troubled, man. He was no more, no less.

The man still sat, focusing on the voice in front of him. Would this voice be his gust of wind? Would this voice move him once again?

The voice looked for his phone, checking his pockets. Checking his bag. Checking if he had dropped it. Lastly he decided to call it with the phone in his hand. The phone he was looking for. This little mischievous way of his mind made him wonder even more. Should he really call the police?

“I’m Evan” The voice said, fumbling around with his phone. He didn’t ask the man for a name, as he had learned he wouldn’t get an answer even if he did. His mind was full of worry and anxiety. He wasn’t sure if this man was to blame, or if it was the lack of sleep and coffee.

Maybe it was the fight he had with his best friend earlier. Maybe he was just exhausted. In any case, Evan didn’t feel sane enough to be responsible for another person. He didn’t feel sane enough to be responsible for himself.

But he also felt like he had already made a choice when he pulled out the man from the traffic.

Also… A little sense of a curious breeze surrounded him as he looked at the sad being in front of him. He felt a sense of power. Like it was up to every whim of his own what to do with this man. As unbelievably unqualified as he was. He was currently the ruler of this man. He was in control.

As soon as this thought made its way through to Evans conscious mind, he decided to put down the phone. If he had control in this situation, he wouldn’t give it to the police.

“Sir, please come with me” Evan said, pulling up the man by the arm, intertwining and locking their arms together.

The man followed, being swept off his feet, noticing the leaves waving at him from the trees. Saying a silent good bye in his mind, the man followed. Letting his feet walk silently with Evan’s loud footsteps.

The man closed his eyes and let himself be moved. It didn’t matter where he went or with whom. He just didn’t want to take any form of choice about the matter.