The man noticed that new dust flakes had found the light in the window, where they made up a new cycle of fleeing away from their impending doom. The man had almost just finished the thought as Evan removed the dust with the wet cloth of death.

Feeling a bit more life seep into his eyes, by watching the forceful removing of something innocent and defenseless, the man started to turn his head more often. Looking around for something else he could project himself on to as Evan would kill it in front of his very eyes.

A spider in its web.

A fly flying inside at dinner time.

An ant not even making it up to the kitchen table before getting squashed.

Evan didn’t let anything survive.

The man had been sitting down for a while. Looking around. Staring. A warmth spread out from beneath him as he observed a newly found dandelion seed that jumped on the air, into the room. The warmth quickly turned cold, but the man was too invested in the seed to notice.

“EW! SIR! PLEASE GET UP!” Evan yelled when he noticed what had happened. He hadn’t thought much about the need to drain off bodily functions, as he had taken it for granted that the man obviously would ask for the toilet when that time came.

But Evan had underestimated the man’s utter lack of selfcare and will to live. In his fit, Evan pulled up the drenched man from the soaked and smelly chair, whimpering about how everything was a mistake and how he would rather admit to his friend he was wrong, over cleaning up this mess. However, after having taken off the mans pants and put them over for laundry, as well as given him a dry set of underwear on, he nuzzled up at the chair, cleaning the insides of the fabrics as well.

Evan realized he had never thought about the dirt of the insides before… That he should probably clean the insides of his other chair as well. And the couch. And his eating table chairs. His shoes. Maybe even the insides of himself?

The question only just reached his forehead as he decided to kill it. He really felt more and more mental ever since he first touched the man. Like everything started going wrong when he pulled him out of traffic. But that couldn’t be. That wasn’t how the mind worked. Evan was just tired. His friend was just an idiot. And the man was simply weird.

The man was lying on Evan’s bed while Evan cleaned in his own mind. Dust got flown around the more Evan wanted the fabrics to be prim and proper. The more he fought with it, the more it flew around. Almost as Evan himself was indeed a gust of wind that made everything around him move.

The mans eyes widened at this thought, feeling his consciousness properly returning back to his body, even just a bit. Was Evan the change he had searched for?

“Eeee” The man tried, but without enough force to properly say ‘Evan’ and without enough sound to make the eye of the current cleaning hurricane hear it.

The man tried again a bit louder, but as quickly as it came, the eagerness to connect with someone disappeared, and he once again felt his lack of will overpowering him. Or maybe it was more correct to say that he was overpowered by apathy.

Evan got more and more into the cleaning. He started pulling up rugs to vacuum and rinse under them. They made up about fifty percent of the floor, but even though the apartment was small, cleaning half as much as Evan was doing took time. Night fell upon the two strangers, Evan in full swing of his own cleaning obsession, with the man in no swing with his obsession of dust, that could no longer be seen in the light, as there wasn’t any.

The man had thought he would feel more comfortable in the darkness, but to his surprise, he liked watching the things in the light. He liked watching Evan killing it. He liked… feeling…

So why did he stop, the man thought. Why was he out in the middle of a road? Why didn’t he care? Why why why why why why

“WHY? WHY? WHY? WHY?” the man suddenly spoke loud enough for Evan to hear and stop cleaning. The man was lying on his back as when Evan had left him, but something was disturbing him about it. Evan had clearly heard him. He could clearly hear him, still yet, continuing his stream of the ominous question ‘Why?’ that Evan couldn’t quite get his head around. But that wasn’t the only thing that had changed. The man kept moving his head as if possessed, while asking. Every time he uttered a new ‘Why?’ his head would move into a new position in a jerk of unnatural movements, much far from the mechanical movement from earlier as well.

Evan had no clue about what to do. Was this another trick of his mind? Was this another side effect from lack of sleep?

Feeling a weird sense of being uncomfortable as well as intrigued, Evan laid on his back beside the seemingly possessed man.

“Z, Z, Z, Z, Z, Z, Z” Evan said, playing the alphabet game, as well as catching some Z’s, he chuckled to himself. The man didn’t pay any attention to this sudden bed companion, and kept repeating the question without thinking of the original questions he wanted some answers to anymore.

Before Evan knew it, he had fallen asleep to the rhythmic stream of why’s that kept going all night, beside a pants-less stranger he did not know.

Yet, Evan woke up the next day and found himself to be in a good mood. He wasn’t just good, he felt great. As if he had finally slept for the first time in years. There was just this little itty bitty thing he wondered about.

When did he take off his clothes?

Was he so tired he couldn’t remember even that?