Now, after the ordeal of the football game Sigg walked home alone. He was glad for the time to reflect and for the respite. Suddenly a strange, cloaked man with only one eye not covered by a ragged patch stepped out into Sigg's path from an alcove on the left. "Who are you?" Sigg demanded of the man, feeling no fear but annoyance at the disturbance. The old man cackled through his white mustache and beard.
"Do I look like a man whose name matters son?"
Pausing for just a moment Sigg replied, "Maybe not to others, but you are in my path."
"Oh, in such a hurry are you? Perhaps I should not warn you of impending danger as was my intention."
The younger man's eyes flashed left and right, "I see no signs."
"Ah, but then it wouldn't be much of a danger would it?"
"Enough riddles old man, out with it," Sigg demanded with all the authority he could muster (which was quite formidable in one so young to be sure).
"Always in a hurry you young bucks," the old vagrant cackled.
Sigg now made no reply.
"Ah, now silence, like patience, can be a virtue worth knowing. Using it wisely can earn you respect and much more. You see, there is a gang of murderous thieves in the next alley just waiting for one such as you of whom to seek their own gain. It would be good counsel to seek another path on your way."
Sigg's eyebrow rose, "Well, I thank you old man. Surely I repent for my earlier rudeness." He gave no excuse, only apologized.
Laughing quietly the old man winked and then slunk away into the shadows of the alcove he had come from initially.
Grinning a bit Sigg took a right at the next stop light and continued in that way. It was not long before he came to the local hospital. Laughing aloud this time Sigg thought, "At least if I had continued on my way I wouldn't be far from a hospital when those thieves caught me." As he walked by the entrance, something inexplicable forced the young hero-of-the-day to stop. Turning to the right he looked up at the large glass entry flanked by plate windows extending to the second floor. Almost immediately, some force from within himself pulled Sigg's eyes upward. It felt odd to be so lacking in control over his movements. Never the less his head craned slightly up in a fluid motion, following his eyes. Counting the windows from the bottom floor and from the left as he moved his eyebrow rose for the second time. Motion stopped as abruptly as it had started. Again unbidden by his own conscious the boy's view was locked on a seventh floor window three from the left.
He could not yet imagine what had beckoned him look upwards in such a fashion. Nor could he comprehend what the seemingly casual action of looking there would bring to his future. The beauty and tragedy triumph and fall that were to come would be deep and enduring. It was not in his power to see his own fate. There was, however, a sense of coming change cast upon the boy in that moment. Though he did not know the scope and breadth of the changes that were ahead, he did feel the winds changing as they were from the last clutches of summer to deepest fall.
Unaware but supremely confident in his own future, Sigg walked forward. He moved to the doors of a hospital that would lead to the rest of his life. With such a small decision as to visit the ill, he sealed his own fate and that of countless others. As an unwitting general marshals his troops in a deceptively safe position which is really an ambush point for his enemies.