They always passed through the center park. But not for the normal way, because it would take much longer to their houses. They never were called by anyone. Few knew about Sam and little Victor’s track. Even fewer actually saw their home. And only one person could see them.

Edgar never aproached those two. He only saw them four times and the four times he were alone, almost in total darkness: the crescent moon was the only light that would appear. Edgar always got home very late of the night, as he needed to study and work hard since he lived alone. It wasn’t his choice to be alone, but, as he would say, ” a god’s choice; a god’s fortune wheel of choice “.

A fortune wheel…That resembled his past when his parents went to Las Vegas with him. All the neon lights were fresh in his mind. Suddenly, a big horn sounded. Again and again and echoed in his mind and then…then everything was blood and wrecks. Before blacking out again he saw two images in the rear-view mirror’s pieces.

Resting in his bed he thought about it: and so he remembered to have seen those images before, maybe in his childhood.  Yes!  – he remembered - Sam was the father of my best friend: little Victor. But they got a disease… his plantations were somehow infected by a strange bactery and they got very sick after eating it. Edgar saw them alive for the last time in a crescent moon night.

Slightly, he got up from his bed and, in the rain, went to their graves. Their houses. They were waiting him that night. Tears fighted their way trough Edgar’s face. The rain was the ghosts’ tears. Remembering why he survived the acident on Las Vegas, he could only lay on his knees and say: Thank you my friends!