That man walking down the street was waiting for me, I know it. He is the person I was suppose to me here, at this exact time, this very moment, but it seemed that he was facing judgement of who I was. I was suppose to meet Don here, Don Jackson. He walked past me, and it looked to me as if he was a cop, but I couldnt see that well, since of course it was night time. I asked him if he had seen Don, but in a deep voice, all he said was… “Nope, sorry”. So I just kept on waiting for him. I waited for about ten minutes until a man in a stiped sweater and slacks on stoped in front of me on his bike and said “Hey, are you Steve?”. I replyed with a giant smirk on my face, “Don?”. He hugged me, I knew he would make it, but all of a sudden there was a rushing roar of sirens going off like someone was robbing a bank. I knew then and there a had to get out, but then what I heard was one of the most terrifying sounds i’ve ever heard, the sound of the metal cuff clinging together. It was Don, he cuffed my hands and dragged me into the police wagon. Studdering, I asked him with a brief tone, “Don?”. He said, “Sorry, officer Jackson went off duty about ten minutes ago.”