I sit on the roof of Building 23 every night. Rain, snow... nothing stops me. I owe this town as much. The rain is pouring at the moment, soaking the pitch black sky and bright lights below. I see people walking through the rain, rushing home to caring families, loving partners... but I have none. They're all gone. The memories are too painful, locked too deeply inside, hidden from myself and the outside world, for the good of all of us. I hear faint footsteps behind me on the roof, and quickly turn, rising from my usual crouching position to standing, knees slightly bent, advanced and ready for a threat, only to see a silhouette in the darkness. I can tell nothing of this mysterious intruder to my personal moment and work as watchman, but instantly the air feels colder and my nerves stand on end. I smirk at the nerves that I have not felt in a long time, as if in some twisted way I have missed them. And I have. I try to study the silhouette, but without going closer, I can't tell anything, and without knowing more, it's not safe to go. My heart beats faster, and I can feel sweat droplets speeding down my face. This is bad news.

"Who are you?" The silhouette says, but quietly enough that I can still tell nothing. Gender, nationality, personality... nothing. I need to go towards the silhouette, I need to find out something, but as I begin to creep towards them, tiny steps like a child playing hide-and-seek, I fall to my knees, then onto my stomach, landing hard on the contents of my jacket pockets. I look up and I see the silhouette walk towards me slowly, deliberately, and I attempt to crawl, to get up, anything just to get a glimpse of the person, but I fall back to the floor, seeing the rain droplets bounce of the roof before everything goes black, and I am transported back to that fateful night with my dear friend Jonathan.