The rest of the working day remained persistent in that John Smith never looked away from the computer screen. He finally decided to end the day when he noticed most of his colleagues exited the building. I waited for the buzz, but I heard nothing. It is possible that John Smith shared my same concern because right then he took out his cell phone from his pocket and studied it with intense apprehension. The distressed look on his face alarmed me. Is the buzzing sound so significant that it would provide so much fret? It seemed as if he just wanted to disregard the situation as he slips his phone back into his pocket; however, the sweat running down his face implies other concerns. What could a modern man like John Smith have to fear? Health issues, job failure, government? 

The time was 5:13:34 P.M and John finally decided to move from the place he was standing inside the lobby. The old blank expression in his face disappeared, and is replaced by confusion and the sense of feeling lost. The awkwardness of his walk became visible to other people now as they start to stare at him. John ignores them and begins to run to the train station. I tried hard not to lose him, but also not to stand out of the crowd too much. John raced down the stairs with me close behind. 5:31:37. Empty. John stands in the center of a vacant train station and begins to cry. He suddenly turns around and looks at me with a cold dark glare. I can tell he is angry. “Who are you?!!” John shouts at me with tears running down his face. My first reaction would have been to run away quickly but I needed to find out what was wrong. John hollers at me again, “You’ve been following me all day! What did I do?” I couldn’t reply. All the questions I have had in my head for the past 11 ½ hours have vanished. “I can’t take it anymore!” John screamed for the last time. 

A man dressed in black appeared from behind an over-sized pillar. He took five long, loud steps toward John. I backed away in the shadows not knowing what to expect. The mysterious man pulled out a gun and pointed it straight at John’s weeping, terrified expression. “No! Please I can change!!” John managed to choke out. I ran furiously up the steps and did not look back. I heard the loud bang and I could not breathe. 5:35:00. Looking around I saw that everyone around me had heard the gun shot too, however their reaction was different. They stopped for a moment and sorrow flooded their faces for only a second. After that everything turned back to “normal” as if this was expected to happen. 

I grabbed the closet man to me and barked in his face, “You heard that didn’t you! A man just got killed!” The blankness in his face proceeded.

“I don’t know what you’re talking about.” the heartless man blurted out and then continued to his destination. 

I attempted to get others attention. “DOES ANYONE CARE!!?” I shouted as loud as I could. Just when I thought no one noticed me, a van pulls up and heaves me inside.